Lord please dont let me be misunderstood

blessing all the birds who died so I could live. Lesbian. They/them

[broke-black-n-queer]

for some reason, I am filled with a lot of bitterness and I feel like its due to my inferiority complex but I really dont know how to fix that. I kinda feel like im fucked up beyond repair and that therapy 100 % doesnt help nor does meds and this is high key frustrating. 

[malamente1992]

[coutureicons]

indya moore

[1dietcokeinacan]

Ruth Asawa working in her studio, ca. 1950s

[wisdomnless]

Mitski starring on Emily Yoshida’s short film Sitting (2017)

[theisisnicolemag]

[worldwidefashion]

Ling Ling Chen by Claire Rothstein for Girls. Girls. Girls. Magazine #1 — December 2018.

[some-velvet-morning]

[petitepointplace]

Harriet Powers, born into slavery outside Athens, Georgia (1837). She was married at 18 and gave birth to nine children. She lived most of her life in Clarke County, where in 1897, she begin exhibiting her quilts at local cotton fairs. She was believed to have been a house slave and first learned to read with the help of the white children she cared for.

Power’s quilts used a combination of hand and machine stitching along with appliqué to form small detailed panels. She then organized these squares to unfold a larger story, much like a modern graphic novel. This teaching style of quilting has its roots in West African coastal communities, and her uneven edging of panels mirrored the complex rhythms of African-American folk music. Through her quilts, she recorded legends and biblical tales of patience and divine justice. Only two pieces of her work have survived: Her Bible quilt of 1886, which she sold for $5 in the aftermath of the war, now hangs in the Smithsonian in Washington, D.C. Her Pictorial quilt of 1888 is displayed in the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. Powers’ work is now considered among the finest examples of Southern quilting from the 19th century.

The city of Athens held a centennial celebration in her honor in 2010, and the mayor officially declared October 30th as Harriet Powers Day.

[loumargi]

Mitani Toshiko, Daughter and Cat

[aridante]

You found me when I knew nothing. You molded me to your own designs, to your desires. And you thought that I could never break free. Well, you’re wrong. Claudine is dead now, she’s gone. You betrayed her. And I — I have outgrown her.

— Colette (2018) dir. Wash Westmoreland

[mamoru]

my name is rune I am terminally ill and today is potentially one of my last birthdays! I am saving up money to move to a city! where I live has almost no public transportation and lyft is very expensive. I want to be able to go places and go to the doctor as much as I need. all my doctors agree this is the best choice for me. more information here

here is my Kofi! I love money. thank you

[mamoru]

my birthday is over but my quest to move is not. I took a trip to a city and it was one of the happiest times of my life. I have no freedom at home. I cannot leave the house without someone driving me or spending a lot of money on lyfts that are relatively scarce, so I very rarely get to go anywhere. my most frequent outings are to the grocery store and to the hospital. I will never be able to drive because my poor health causes frequent fainting. being near public transportation is absolute freedom for me, and my dream is to live in a city that has public transportation. I genuinely dream at night about being able to leave the house and go places. I want to be a miracle story. I want to move to a city. I want a happy ending while I still have a say in it. please consider helping me get there.

[sethnocentric]

Colombia

[softwaring]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BMUlNhRA7Xs/

[slandv]

[songs-of-the-east]

Inside Siberia’s isolated community of forgotten women. Photographed by Oded Wagenstein.

“In the remote village of Yar-Sale in Northern Siberia, live a group of elderly women. They were once part of a nomadic community of reindeer herders. However, in their old age, they spend most of their days in seclusion, isolated from the world they loved and their community. While men are usually encouraged to remain within the migrating community and maintain their social roles, the women often face the struggles of old age alone.It took a flight, a sixty-hour train ride from Moscow, and a seven-hour bone-breaking drive across a frozen river to meet them. I immersed myself in their closed community, and for days, over many cups of tea, they shared their stories, lullabies, and longings with me.On this series, the memories of the past, represented by the images of the outside world, are combined with the portraits of current reality.

By doing so, I tried to give their stories a visual representation. One that could last after they are already gone.  

(*Like Last Year’s Snow is a Yiddish expression – referring to something which is not relevant anymore)”

[tintinintibet]

i definitely dont “"identify”“ ”“as”“ anything im really just out here