I also felt that she was holding herself together with a safety pin, was forcing herself to be clear, articulate, active—to keep moving, one step ahead of the sledgehammer of grief.
James Baldwin, The Evidence of Things Not Seen

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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I also felt that she was holding herself together with a safety pin, was forcing herself to be clear, articulate, active—to keep moving, one step ahead of the sledgehammer of grief.
James Baldwin, The Evidence of Things Not Seen
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details of Maruyama Ōkyo's Morning Glories and Puppies painting on cedar doors (1784)
you, artist online. somebody has referenced you in conversation irl by your online handle and somebody else knew who you were talking about. somebody has kept up closely with your posts for a period of time like their morning paper. somebody found a music artist because of you, thinks of you when they hear them on the radio. somebody followed you years ago and remembers you randomly even though they can't find you. somebody has screenshotted and saved your posts and sent them in discord servers. somebody has made your drawings their lockscreen, added them to their favorites folder and looked at them when they're going through some shit, has sent them to their best friend and sparked conversation in private chats. your art in particular could be the source of a keen sense of nostalgia for someone. maybe they've even printed out your images using their home printer and taped them to their bedroom wall and they look at it every day and they never even told you. isn't that scary? isn't that awesome? remember this well.
submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known so that you may turn around and see the impact you leave and the light you cast on others.
[030525] with eyes closed
Extra Extra sharp photo of our moon 🌑
77, ee cummings
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I sent you omens and all kinds of signs please respond
This page from one of my history books looks like a lesbian utopia.
Source: Reclaiming Lost Ground by Neale McGoldrick & Margaret Crocco
Very similar vibes - this 1899 illustration from Puck of butchy (for the time) lesbians looking like the coolest, hottest women to ever walk the earth
"i feel besquintled", said no one ever. because that's not a word.
okay nevermind it IS a word now and this is exactly what it means.
EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS NEW AND BETTER WORD
no no you don't get it mike has been in love with will since he was little and he's loved every version of him and will was always smaller than him and faced so many hardships but then suddenly will is becoming this extremely strong person and he has powers and he comes out and mike just wants to be 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 again like he used to be but he doesn't understand that will will 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 need mike no matter what and he doesn't get it so he's just watching from the sidelines in awe feeling like he's getting left behind as will makes new friends and he thinks he's 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 but he's 𝙣𝙤𝙩
6000 years. they'd been friends for 6000 years and spent the whole time pretending they weren't. they loved each other more than anything else in the universe and they only got a couple of years to live without heaven and hell breathing down their necks after saving the world. they didn't get any time at all to live together with everything out in the open. nightingales might have sang in berkeley square again but they weren't there to hear them. they never got to be an us. after all that.
Acquaintance cards, a variety of calling cards, 1870s-80s. USA. Via dangerousminds. More to see: Mays / flickr. They were used “by the less formal male in approaches to the less formal female.”
Oooh to be a ‘kissing rogue’
“BUT THAT’S NOT THEM!!!!”
HOW can you say that?!?!?! HOW can you sit there and watch Asa say “scrumptious” and “tickety-boo,” bring out the hot cocoa, and then watch Anthony absolutely GEEK OUT over the universe and point out the NIGHTINGALE while they hold hands under the night sky — and then look me dead in the eyes and tell me that’s not them?!?!?!
Like I’m sorry but that is literally their ESSENCE reincarnated into human form. Same souls. Same love. Same ridiculous little mannerisms. They found each other AGAIN. What more do you WANT FROM ME!!!!!!!!
Gobsmacked whenever people say it’s just some random people with their faces. Every single things said it’s them.
i just think it’s really sexy when people are kind and weird in equal measure