[valtsv]

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

[hadeestown]

i say im fine then i remember this part of the original hadestown nytw production

[maryolive]

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente

[ijaazat]

the four pillars of society are toxic girl best friends, visible nipples through shirts, kissing with tongue and academic journals

[peachpopping]

i think it’s so neat that everyone develops their own unique handwriting even though we’re all taught to write our letters the same way really it’s so cute

[wesandresons]

Mandy Patinkin as Avigdor in Yentl (1983) dir. Barbra Streisand

[solsburryhill]

IN THE DARK TIMES WILL THERE ALSO BE SINGING? YES, THERE WILL ALSO BE SINGING. ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.

(1. @soracities​ 2. sam sax, prayer for the mutilated world 3. joy harjo, perhaps the world ends here 4. rhiannon mcgavin, poll worker + bonus bertolt brecht)

[brutalistarchitecture2]

microdoisng on the abstract concept of gender by wearing the most generic male outfits ever

[brutalistarchitecture2]

going to work dressed like this

[catilinas]

Maria Dahvana Headley, from the introduction to Beowulf

[engulfes]

something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is

[brucespringsteen]

The way this app is so intimate but so isolating the only thing i can compare it to is like we’re all in a museum at the same time. Or eating in our cars in a mcdonalds parking lot

[gabiolimendes]

Séance, 1996

by Julie Roberts

[jacobvanloon]

Sunbleaching at Bosler

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (Jonas Mekas, 2000)

[somecunttookmyurl]

there is a tendency with history, i think, because we're so far removed from it, to kind of forget that all of the people were people

a child 10,000 years ago left a handprint on a wall. they were fingerpainting. a viking climbs up a rock just to carve the words "this is very high" 10ft off the ground. somebody centuries... milennia... ago burned their dinner so thoroughly that they buried the ruined pot in the backyard rather than attempt to clean it. shakespeare got drunk and wrote dick jokes. tutankhamun was a little boy who liked ducks more than anything. a roman carves his name into a monument in another country saying "i was here". a prisoner, centuries ago, in the tower of london scratches lines into the wall as a tally marking the days. a medieval monk scrawls in the margins bemoaning the boredom of his work.

every human being across history has said "i was here. i lived. i loved. i made something. i laughed. i cried. please do not forget me"

[smoooothbrain]

do you ever think about how if you dive into the ocean and go deeper and deeper you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light, and if you go up into the sky and go higher and higher you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light

[riverdoge]

#the universe is a fractal endlessly echoing itself in all directions

[honeytuesday]

That myth about how the face you wear in this life is the face of the person you loved most in your last life. What a beautiful concept.

To be remade in the image of your love. To love someone so much you become them.

I can love the girl staring back in the mirror much more easily, knowing that I did it once before. And that I loved her so fiercely I became her.