Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking
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Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking
― Joan Didion, Blue Nights
“But Medea is a known murderess” God forbid women have hobbies
movie pirating sites are like horses
each one unique. some wild, some tame. when they open new tabs you have to pet them and say sshhh easy there. you have to feed them treats from your hand
sorry i didn’t text you back i was having floor time
drawn by s.b. sowbel in the lesbian issue of women: a journal of liberation vol. 5 no. 2, 1976
I wish I wasn't, such a dreamer. I've ruined this life for myself.
— N.M. Sanchez
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, September 1928
once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away
I love acting so much dude. It’s the best. Love to create characters, love to dress up, love to look deeply into another person and try subtly to change the light in their eyes with naught but words - magic, nothing better, unreal that I get paid for it
I think the narrative Dead Girl (Laura Palmer, Alice Palmer, Abigail Hobbs etc) can be compared to a whale fall in the way that, had she not died and sunk and began to rot in the center of the story, there would be no story at all.
She dies to feed everything else. And while she’s alive, she knows she’s too heavy to be mourned and forgotten. She knows she’s meat for other things and carries the weight of her own grave.
Lynchian Rooms
Soundtrack from Twin Peaks, music composed by Angelo Badalamenti (1990)
me in public wearing my big ass autism noise cancelling headphones
I have changed so much. but I haven’t changed at all.
the best part of each x-files episode is waiting for the end to see who's gonna do the sign off report cause when it's scully it's usually something like "once again, despite my partner's opinion to the contrary, i cannot confidently say that there is any scientific basis to the theory that alien ghost blood was responsible for the disappearance of the crack in the liberty bell" meanwhile if it's mulder we get gems like "are we alone in the universe? what does it truly mean to be alone? did bigfoot fuck the speaker of the house? as always i am left with more questions than answers and don't know who to trust and i think scully changed her shampoo and..."