Three Goblin Art

Janaina Medeiros
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trying on a metaphor
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

if i look back, i am lost
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Sade Olutola

blake kathryn
Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Acquired Stardust
Cosmic Funnies

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ᴜᴢᴜɪ ᴛᴇɴɢᴇɴ ✿ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ ꜰᴏʀ @ꜱʜɪᴢᴜᴋᴋᴜ ✧ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ❢ ♥
Promo of Uma Thurman for Kill Bill vol. 1 (2003)
For Gothic Heroines, Haunted Houses Are Always Too Big, Jane Healey
it's so important for your health and well-being to get overly attached to a fictional man who is both deeply amoral and unbelievably, pathetically sad
“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the 'Cemetery Angel'.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
Soraya Chemaly: The power of women’s anger
— Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
STUDIO GHIBLI + MOON 🌙
When Marnie was There (2014) Princess Mononoke (1997) Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea (2008) My Neighbor Totoro (1988) Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) Tales from Earthsea (2006) Spirited Away (2001) Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2014)
Illustrations for Le Larousse pour tous by Adolphe Philippe Millot
twigs
dante gabriel rossetti + joan of arc // 100 years by florence + the machine (x) (x)
Plants 🌱
Life imitating art.
might just devote my blog exclusively to the onion headlines
Moi, un noir (Jean Rouch, 1958)