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you can always listen to an album start to end in order to remember how beautiful life & art is
the meaning of life? is to make your bedroom as comfy as possible. that's it that's the purpose
the secondary purpose is to equip your kitchen and get really really really into international cuisine
“I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.”
— Jeff Buckley
this fanfiction shit is easy
Katherine Mansfield, in a diary entry dated 14 October 1922, from Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield
I love how Blanc went from tapping a single note on a piano to hurry the interviews along while remaining a silent and mysterious figure in the background to straight up blasting the phantom of the opera on a church organ to interrupt a murder confession
Linda Hogan, from Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems; “Sweetness"
i think when u clean your house it should stay clean forever. what do u mean i have to do it again
when things have to change...
breaking my silence. it is insane that a marriage is more celebrated than earning a degree.
imagine a guy with a weird accent sits next to you during your medical school interview in 1999 and then gives you a scrunchie to tie your hair and then he becomes your first love and you lie about knowing how to play the guitar to join a band with him but then he breaks your heart even though he also loved you because your other friend also loved you and you both "move on" and then are best friends for 22 years and he gets married and even becomes a dad but then he gets divorced and falls back in love with you, but you reject him because you're scared of ruining things between each other and then you dance around one another until you finally realize you've always loved him and now it's been almost 25 years since you first met and you're now his last love.
this happened to my good friends chae song hwa and lee ik jun.
it sickens me that there are so many men that simply never engage with anything made by women and they don't question it and they aren't questioned about it. they don't listen to music by women or read books written by women or watch movies written and directed by women or stop to look at paintings by women at museums and they're just allowed to go thru life never considering women as artists with no challenge or criticism whatsoever. meanwhile as a woman it's impossible to escape the male artistic point of view
january was five months, february was normal, march was about three weeks, and april so far has been about twenty minutes.
grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.
i talked ab this feeling in therapy yday and my therapist asked me, “would it really be so bad if your memories changed? if they softened and faded or looked different over time? why does that frighten you so much?” and i said, “i don’t want the love to disappear.” and she looked at me for a long moment and then she said, “it won’t. it doesn’t work that way. even if the memories soften or change, it doesn’t mean the love does. that love keeps going backward in time, forever, because you love her still. all is not lost.” i just thought i would share that in case it resonated w anyone else too.
"oh? this gun hanging on the wall?", she chuckled narratively.
why did this post get 2000 notes overnight. bad feeling about my wall
gun's gone.
She chuckled narratively and plotted down the stairs.
...was he an animal if music could captivate him so?🍎🪳
a really really really underrated feeling in learning a different language is when you start to hear words. as in it's no longer a string of sounds, you can parse through where words start and stop as you're hearing them. even words that you don't know what they mean yet but you can distinctly hear it as a whole word