Maybe if I was prettier. Or maybe if I was more horrifying actually
feeling this
Doug Jones
occasionally subtle
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gracie abrams

bliss lane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
YOU ARE THE REASON
Mike Driver

Love Begins

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

tannertan36
almost home
Not today Justin
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The Bowery Presents
Cosmic Funnies

Product Placement
noise dept.

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@cicada-kiss
Maybe if I was prettier. Or maybe if I was more horrifying actually
feeling this
The flowers, ah, the flowers I lived there! Flowers that our eyes recognized and translated into their names… Flowers whose fragrance was gathered by our soul – gathered not from the flowers but from the melody of their names… Flowers whose names, repeated in sequence, were orchestras of resonant perfumes… Trees whose green sensuality gave cool shade to their names… Fruits whose names were a sinking of teeth into the soul of their pulp… Shadows that were relics of happy yesteryears… Clearings, bright clearings, that were broad smiles of the landscape, and after each smile it yawned… O multicoloured hours!… Moments like flowers, minutes like trees, O time frozen in space, time dead from space and covered by flowers, by the fragrance of flowers, and by the fragrance of the names of flowers!…
—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
(1) The Mission, 1996; (2) Summer in the City, mid-90s; (3) Dusty & Mary, 1998; (4) In My Chevy Nova, Ace Driving, 1997 from Chloe Sherman’s Renegades: San Francisco: The 90s
if I could have time travel 4 one day zzz
shibari figurines by constant heaven
some beach finds today
study of the love note
there is something about the action of folding that is integral to the love note. once folded, it’s charged with a furtive and hopeful magic, like finishing a spell
strange how that magic still stays after lots of refolding ::
most of the time. accessibility is about a) diversity of options, and b) autonomy to choose between those options. disabled people should be trusted to know what will work for us. not all disabled people have the same needs. not all disabled people will have the paperwork so many institutions require before you’re allowed to have your needs met. all of these problems could be solved if everything wasn’t so arbitrarily inflexible
Stupid Cupid
good evening to perverts only. everyone else log off
- ethel cain, circa. 2025
building my dream circus room :D
(pov you’re inside my eye)
'tongues + clams' by e.v. day
chefs kiss
Bettie Page lesbian bondage pin-ups, photographed by Irving Klaw, 1950s
betty mae page! those leather spiked boots!
Dyke Deck by Catherine Opie
Catherine Opie’s legendary 52-piece Dyke Deck of playing cards. Released in 1995, they feature highly stylised portraits of Opie’s queer community, many friends and others cast during an open call in San Francisco. In the Dyke Deck, Opie divided up the images into four categories to correspond with the four suits: Couples are Hearts; Jocks are Clubs; Femmes are diamonds; Butches are spades.
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Yoshitaka Amano, 'Animal', 1987 Source
she was real as fuck for this honestly