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I feel so lonely. And alone. It’s gotten to the point that I’ve marked out an expiry date for myself. It just hurts. All of it.

I’m sorry.

fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors

Looking at The Watermelon Woman with my fresh eyes as a filmmaker, of course I look at all the moments with a nostalgic lens. My mother is in this film, many of my friendships and relationships are portrayed, or helped make the film. It was really made collectively.

Cheryl Dunye on her now classic 1996 film The Watermelon Woman

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tenuredphdstudent

Too Real

pokemon-personalities

Happy holidays to everyone whose holiday isn’t what they want it to be. whether it is illness, poverty, distance from loved ones or something else that’s making things tough for you this year, i hope that you can find peace and warmth. i hope that your year will end and start on a brighter note

accras

😩❤️😍 [x]

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ruinedchildhood

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@vaspider

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look at these kids

everythingfox

Wolf pup howling for the first time

lissadiane

I’ve reblogges this before but words cannot express how my face lit up when it came across my dash again so here you go, you’re welcome. This is my favourite thing.

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humansofnewyork

“The scene was different back then. All the adult clubs were mob controlled. It all flowed up to some guy named Matty The Horse. Honestly the mob guys never bothered me. They were cool, and I liked how they dressed. They wore custom made suits. And they went to hair stylists, not barbers. These guys wouldn’t even let you touch their hair when you were fucking them. Not that I ever fucked them. Because I never turned tricks. Well, except for one time. I took a job from this woman named Madame Blanche. She controlled all the high dollar prostitutes back then. She was like the Internet, could get you anything you wanted. And all the powerful men came to her because she never talked. She set me up with a department store magnate who wanted a black girl dressed like a maid. I thought I could do it. But when I got to his hotel room, he wanted to spank me with a real belt. So that was it for me. I was done. But Madame Blanche set my best friend Vicki up with The President every time he came to New York. And don’t you dare write his name cause I can’t afford the lawyers. But he’d always spend an hour with her. He’d send a car to pick her up, bring her to his hotel room, put a Secret Service agent in front of the door, and get this: all he ever did was eat her pussy!”

unfound-7

so much has happened this year it feels like i lived 3 years in one.

syancee

“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.”

— James Baldwin, Conversations with James Baldwin (via 5139321966)