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Are you ok? I know it’s a stupid question considering none of us can possibly be ok doing what we do but, are you ok? — Beverly Katz
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd (Wish You Were Here, 1975)
Beverly in beanie for anon
Spring lumen prints. Fiber based photographic paper, exposed to sunlight, toned and fixed.
Hannibal Rewatch 2020 - Takiawase
Stay away from Hannibal Lecter. Go to Jack. Tell him everything.
“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings.”
Anis Mojgani, In the Pockets of Small Gods
→ Beverly Katz + Sorbet costumes i.e. gratuitous footage of my auction wins :’)
“Even a drunk with a flair for the dramatic can convince himself he’s God. Or the lizard king.”
{Hannibal s1, e05}
people who care about you will show you in the way they talk to you, the way they listen to you, and what they’re willing to do for you. in the same ways, those who don’t care about you will also make it clear. pay attention to the cues.
will&bev: first and last (requested by roseswithsteelthornes)
oldest daughters have more de-escalation training than cops do
when john berger said that the small things we do for each other are ‘commas of care’ and thinking now of every book that has been recommended to me and every song i’ve loved that has been shared with me and every movie i’ve watched because someone dear adored it and each one of those is a stitch in time, bright and gleaming, in whatever the pattern is of our own little lived-in tapestry of lives, and a placeholder for love bc when i come back to all these things, i come back to the love that gave them to me first, commas of care that let you pause and go on.
*something unfortunate happens to me* a man wrote this scene.