vanityfair: #AtHomeWith Harrison Ford, 1981 🍸
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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vanityfair: #AtHomeWith Harrison Ford, 1981 🍸
WandaVision E08 + Mockumentary Tropes
mulder bullies a child, part 1
Fox Mulder bullies a child about his name: definitive proof that the man is incapable of learning a lesson.
Kyle MacLachlan, Michael Ontkean, Kimmy Robertson | Twin Peaks
HERRENVOLK
“Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.”
literature posters; sharp objects by gillian flynn
Taylor Swift | evermore lyrics + safe & sound video
“And I was catching my breath.”
Colouring by si-annn
Entering the town of Twin Peaks. Five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line.
I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair
this bag is iconic.
DREAMLAND OR (SEVEN YEARS IN HEAVEN) [dir. David Lynch, 1992] It’s a war! It’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it!
Florence Pugh | NET-A-PORTER
EMMA (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
Saoirse Ronan as Jo March
As opposed to that quote about “the horrifying ordeal of being known,” do y’all ever feel so positively UNKNOWN and UNSEEN that it frightens you? Like there’s a self that you feel on the inside, and you believe to be “you,” but it seems like nobody else sees that version of you? And they’re interacting with someone that isn’t you but a projection of their experience of you? What’s more, perhaps nobody will ever know your true essence and you will die without ever being fully realized????? I’m only two beers in honestly