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Pearl Geyser (6 August 2013) 2

i love re-consuming media i used to love when i was younger. like wow! child me still is in me i am holding her hand and keeping her safe and doing her favorite things with her!!!!

feminescu

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

floridakilo

their daughter

realhumanbaby

What should I focus my year on?

On finding someone you are desperate to impress. On communicating with god. On friends who love you so much they often tear up in your presence, and on what it is that only they can see in you. On watching youtube videos that make you cry. On walking through the petrol station wearing a see through tank top. On finding an opportunity of escape. On the pain of sobriety, of aging, of obsolescence. On the urge to switch tabs. On chasing a physical sensation, you know the one, the paralysing warmth that arises without warning, that accompanies a new thought, that travels across the entire length of your nervous system. It means you're onto something good.

realhumanbaby

what should i do?

Destroy everything you identify with, then identify with something that you cannot destroy. I chose the sky, not any one cloud but I am the container

1tenderbeing

Me when I was 19: I really enjoyed this Japanese experimental nouveau film noir Me now: have you seen legally blonde though ?

godsmoshpit

i think about this a lot

i think about this video often

nevver

Death by Misadventure, July 3, 1969 Brian Jones’ Pool, Dexter Dalwood

also know this was a couple of weeks about but RIP Pete Shelley

#buzzcocks

itchycoil

Two modes of masculinity are the original (I can’t get no) satisfaction and the devo cover

David Wojnarowicz with Tom Warren, Self-Portrait of David Wojnarowicz, 1983–84.

#art

Raymond Pettibon

#raymond pettibon

newyorker

“I said I’d never marry anybody from my home town or anybody I met in a bar, and I did both,” the photographer Michael Northrup told me recently. “She pinched my butt, and that was that.” “She” was Pam, a nurse. Northrup began photographing her right away, honing his style with the help of his new muse.

When you live with a photographer, the line between artist and paparazzo can feel thin. But, as is made clear by “Dream Away,” Northrup’s new book of photos taken over the course of their relationship, Pam liked to pose for him. One early picture shows her lounging nude on a rough wooden bench, arranged against a patterned pillow like Ingres’s Odalisque or Manet’s Olympia, though Northrup often preferred to capture her in more spontaneous moments. The couple married in 1977, in San Francisco, where Northrup was continuing his photography studies. Right before they went to the courthouse, he snapped a picture of Pam sitting on the toilet in their small bathroom, her satin wedding dress bunched up around her knees, a box of kitty litter in the corner. It may not be a traditional portrait of a bride, but it is an honest one.

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