Kate Bush (1978)

Love Begins

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Three Goblin Art
we're not kids anymore.

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Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@theartofmadeline
noise dept.

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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@blood--buzz
Kate Bush (1978)
I bet he doesn’t have a gun. I bet he has like…a spork. You packin’ a spork?
Thoroughbreds (2017) dir. Cory Finley
Kate Bush, 1978
Photos by Gered Mankowitz
every woman is out of every man’s league actually
low cut pants are so supremely unflattering im so glad i live in a high rise pant dominant fashion moment
Nina | @ninapof
https://instagram.com/p/BebBNxll9wS/
a goddess
so brave
not to harp on this point but the care with which a girl you’ve known for maybe three weeks will ask you “what’s wrong?” if you look even mildly distressed is more emotional labor than you’d receive from any man over the course of six lunar cycles
if my dad sees me crying, he pretends he’s getting a call so that we don’t have to have an awkward conversation, but a drunk girl who stumbled across me in a public bathroom would literally become my emotional triage nurse
Serena Motola photographed by Franz for Ultramarine Studio.
Bloodbuzz Ohio, by The National
Lay my head on the hood of your car I take it too far
y'all ever hear a song and just. immediately adopt it into your aesthetic and self like “oh this,, this is me now,,, my whole identity,, is this song”
“The song recounts a specific sexual assault (“One of the most shattering experiences of my life,” Grimes, who was born in Vancouver as Claire Boucher, told SPIN in 2012) by describing the psychic fallout: “And never walk about after dark/ It’s my point of view/ Because someone could break your neck/ Coming up behind you always coming and you’d never have a clue,” she lisps in her high, pinched voice. It’s a dazzling, paralyzing performance, in part because Boucher sounds almost playful, and in part because the skronking behind her—the song’s springy, propulsive synth line was one of 2012’s most unforgettable—indicates something other than victimization. “See you on a dark night,” Boucher repeats. […] But what “Oblivion” ultimately offers is victory. It’s the sound of one woman turning personal devastation into not just a career-making single, but a lasting anthem of transformation.”
Grimes’ Oblivion is the best song of the decade - so far.
I deserve to have my hair played with every night