John O'Brien for NEW YORKER magazine, 1991.

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John O'Brien for NEW YORKER magazine, 1991.
that is a fucking insane amount of donuts, theres like 6 people in this room
it looks like an edit or something bit irs just in the show like this
this has to be a joke, theyre all double stacked
cooper dissociates while albert is absolutely flabbergasted by the insurmountable quantity of donuts
Unpacking a float plane in the Arctic
Alaska
1984
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
White egrets "kissing" as part of their mating ritual By: Tokutaro Tanaka From: Life Nature Library: Animal Behavior 1965
James Dean in front of the driveway to Winslow Farm, Indiana, Fairmount, 1955. Photographed by Dennis Stock.
Charles Mingus
London, 1952
by Robert Frank
Cree; Saskatchewan, Canada, around 1930. Paul Coze
does anyone else feel like we need to raise the standard for writing quality across all mediums like right now
my favourite bruce springsteen lyrics that make me feel a very specific, yet unexplainable way
“my heart’s wood, she’s a carpenter”
“this pier lights our carnival life forever”
“my feet they finally took root in the earth, but I got me a nice little place in the stars”
“outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz, between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy”
“I was born blue and weathered then I burst just like a supernova”
“I would rather feel the hurt inside, yes I would darlin’, than know the emptiness your heart must hide”
“everything dies baby that’s a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back”
“sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull”
“take a knife and cut this pain from my heart, find somebody itching for something to start”
“I came for you but your life was one long emergency”
“sometimes it might seem like it was planned for you to roam empty hearted through this land”
“romeo and juliet, samson and delilah, you can bet their love they didn’t deny”
“I spoke with her last night she said she won’t set herself on fire for me anymore”
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