[egolios]

[e14jxx]

— Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

[left-reminders]

Persepolis (2007), written by Marjane Satrapi and Vincent Paronnaud

[egolios]

Some of my favorite paintings from the exhibition The first homosexuals (1869-1939) at the kunstmuseum of Basel.

[egolios]

Karl Pärsimägi, Girl and the Moon (1939)

[egolios]

things i've loved lately: light lilac, my friends, sitting under wide tree branches to watch swifts fly around, my four-year-old cousin's smile, rock climbing with my father in the countryside I grew up in, pink sandstone illuminated during the golden hour.

[nastybouquet3]

La roseraie et les iris de l'Orangerie 💚

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... stained glass ...

The stained-glass rose window of the Strasbourg Cathedral

[abuu2go]

(via 【衝撃】顔じゃないのに7万いいね！？あまりにも神々しい「後頭部の丸み」にネット民が癒やされた理由 [ママリ])

[stantler]

[crabussy]

I think I just got catcalled from a truck but I don’t know because I have auditory processing disorder. misogyny 0 autism 1

[finalgirlguy]

lucy dacus review for stone butch blues is so beautiful 💌 happy lesbian visibility week

[sobotka]

The literary antecedent for The Wire is not Shakespearean or Chekhovian, or any of the other dramatists—it’s the Greek tragedy. […] It’s Euripides and Sophocles; people who are fated. In Greek tragedy it’s the gods throwing lightning bolts. In The Wire, it’s the postmodern institutions. Everybody has to serve some institution that, in turn, brutalizes.

David Simon, commentary for 3x12, “Mission Accomplished”.

[jinlian]

has any man ever looked as good as a butch woman? no

[meyerlansky]

[ohmuuuu]

"Crip Camp" Illustration pour le Palais de Tokyo

// oh mu

insta

[gatheringbones]

I love your agreeable and amenable and flexible nature and how none of your wants and needs ever get priority and how nobody even knows what they are to begin with and how you never start or engage in conflicts and never express even mildly unsavory opinions and get along with everyone from every conceivable group, that’s so trustworthy. hey quick question. do you happen to have an enormous pressurized reservoir of rage and resentment you feel like you can’t ever analyze or express because that would break the rules for the kind of person you are and if so, do you think a lifetime of squashing it down might ever backfire?