Black Celebration

1995. Germany.

[ccarl-deactivated20171114]

[vita-min-bunniii]

so ive been thinking again and it's not going great

[tooferaltobeheard]

You have beautiful hands. I wonder what they look like gripping my waist. I wonder what they look like trembling. I wonder what they'd write on my skin if I let them.

[trzpiotka]

not to be frankfurt on main

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[kosmogrl]

[04k96]

[loubis-and-champagne]

X

[mournfulroses]

Anna Akhmatova, from a poem titled "White Flock," featured in An Anthology of Contemporary Russian Women Poets

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a poem titled "Consuela! Consolation!," featured in Moscow in the Plague Years: Poems

[zanaeemalit]

the heaviness of unsaid words

[lacetulle]

Zuhair Murad | Resort 2027

[masochism101]

WantingSomethingICantHave.com

[paper-wounds]

via

[lacetulle]

Elie Saab | Fall/Winter 2026 Couture

[infiniteoreos]

undiagnosed autistic people will be like "I don't get upset when my routine changes though!!" and it's because they've built a set of if-then loops in their head to pick from one of 6 different strict routines and they do get incredibly upset when they're unable to keep to any of the 6 scripts. I'm john normal

[thundercrackfic]

This is called a fault tree. You will always know how to act if your fault tree captures all possible scenarios. In NASA Mission Control during mission critical events like landings there are huge binders with fault tree protocols, kind of like choose your own adventure books except you’re not the one making the choices, the universe is making them for you and you’re just trying to keep up.

The engineers who develop fault trees, I am told, often imagine new ways for their precious spacecraft to die (new branches on the fault trees) either while in the shower or lying awake at 3am, because human

[toothpaste-footlocker]

[absurdityof]

“I felt very sad so I sat down. I felt so sad that I rested my head on my own knees and smoothed my own head. I felt so sad I couldn’t imagine feeling any other way again. I said, I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this anymore. And I went back to lying in bed, just before the doorbell rang.”

— Jamaica Kincaid, from “What Have I Been Doing Lately,” At the Bottom of the River (via lifeinpoetry)

[petaltexturedskies]

Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus