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Townes & Friend
Be of good heart.
Vincent van Gogh, “Letter to Theo Van Gogh” January 1873 (via wordsnquotes)
Jerry Hall by Helmut Newton for Vogue, January 1975
Edgar Degas, Orchestra musicians, c 1876.
dream the bodies warm again. no one could forget that they have to end somewhere we kissed to pieces. look we will ruin us.
— arlen c. + books | blackout poem from richard siken’s “scheherazade”
There is a phrase I have heard in English: to leave someone alone with their grief. Urdu has no equivalent phrase. It only understands the concept of gathering around and becoming ‘ghum-khaur’ - grief-eaters - who take in the mourner’s sorrow. Would you like me to be in English or Urdu right now?
Kamila Shamsie (Burnt Shadows)
I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.
Richard Siken, Wishbone (via 7-weeks)
NASA astronaut Karen Nyberg is a self proclaimed crafter. A week ago she made a stuffed dinosaur from scraps on the space station. The little T-rex is made form the lining of Russian food containers and the toy is stuffed with scraps from an old T-shirt. While many toys have flown into space, this is the first produced in space.
Photos: Karen Nyberg, via CollectSpace
An outtake from the Hounds of Love cover shoot in 1985.
Christopher Burk, Paintings.
Gorgeous, mystery filled “nocturnes” by artist Christopher Burk who lives and works in Columbus, Ohio.
Don’t miss Supersonic Art on Instagram!
“being held”, 2016
(experimenting with photography, digital drawing and animation)
by me, artceae, please don’t remove the caption. thank you!
Jenny Slate at the 2017 Sundance Film Festival L.A. Times photo studio
Willy Cartier, the coolest French friend you could ever have in NYC. | @KamelLahmadi
I hate that coming out is like, entirely for the sake of cis&straight people. We come about because they can’t stop assuming that everyone else is cis&straight, we come out because they can’t stop being homophobic and transphobic and assuming that we are comfortable hearing it, we come out because they keep asking about why we don’t have a boyfriend yet or monitoring which bathroom we use. And then there’s the fact that cis&straight people are so invested in us coming out. They tell us it’s lying and deceptive when LGBT folks don’t come out to the point that they tell other people for us, they tell us that they “already knew” or “could tell” and brag about their gaydar or else they praise us by pretending it’s a compliment that they “never would’ve guessed”, then they go on to call us “brave” and “strong” for doing something we never should’ve had to do in the first place. And then there’s the idea that we are the ones who should feel ashamed about it and be told that they “still love us” despite the fact that it’s their hatred and bigotry that we’ve had to deal with the entire time we’ve known them and not the other way around. Coming out is the only milestone they think we have because it’s the one that they play the biggest role in and the one that they necessitate and I absolutely hate that about coming out.