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these press on nails are doing something for me
The Namesake, 2006 (dir. Mira Nair)
aftersun (2022)
the best 2022 movie iāve seen so far this year
A day off meant we could do things weād always meant to do. Like go to the Botanical Garden, the Frick Collection, or something. Read some fiction. Leisure, the problem with the modern condition was the dearth of leisure. And finally, it took a force of nature to interrupt our routines. We just wanted to hit the reset button. We wanted to feel flush with time to do things of no quantifiable value, our hopeful side pursuits like writing or drawing or something, something other than what we did for money. Like learn to be a better photographer. And even if we didnāt get around to it on that day, our free day, maybe it was enough just to feel the possibility that we could if we wanted to, which is another way of saying that we wanted to feel young, though many of us were that if nothing else.
severance, ling ma, page 199.
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Doing this dance again.
I had two bright blue pills in my pocket. I loved you so much. It was the last young thing I ever did.
Eileen Myles āHolesā (via atenreign)
She was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.
the story of a new name, elena ferrante.
This is an exciting reboot of both the HANNIBAL and KNIGHT RIDER franchises and I for one say itās about time
Iām not a whore. Iāve been fucked around a lot, but Iām not a whore. Todo sobre mi madre (1999), director: Pedro Almódovar
One of my favorite films.
Iām not saying it happens every minute of every day, and Iām not saying it renders the other stuff unimportant, but there are moments of the most crazy all-encompassing joy. What a phenomenally beautiful kid. A funny, dear child. Kind and open and loving. Love bug, I call him. Monkey. Shmoopee-doo. If the world interferes with him, with what is loving and open and funny in him, I will rear up in full roar. I will break the worldās neck with a swipe of my mighty paw, no warning. Anything fucks with this kid, I will fucking kill it.
after birth, elisa albert
The Decline of Western Civilization IIIĀ dir. Penelope Spheeris (1998)
The uterus is a monster. Insatiable. It wants to eat my brain alive. The minute I begin to relax and really inhale, exhale, clear my head, look around, start to see the world again, recognize myself and the people around me, at that very moment thereās this malevolent whisper, this taunting have another baby, have another one, cāmon, whatāre you, chicken or something, when are you going to have another one, go for it do it do it do it come on come on you know you want it you want it, you know you do.
after birth, elisa albert