random housewives scenes that live in my head rent free

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random housewives scenes that live in my head rent free
The Beguiled, 1971, dir. Don Siegel
Arundhati Roy, The End of Imagination
SENTIMENTAL VALUE (2025) dir. Joachim Trier
My favorite resident at work is this lady named Connie. She’s like my grandma. Honestly. She makes flower wreaths for all the residents here at the facility and she’s just an absolute joy. She’s making me a wreath right now and ugh I know it’s gonna be beautiful and in return I’m gonna get her a copy of Ultraviolence because we listened to several songs off of it when it came out and she absolutely loved it and said she wishes she had a copy of it. She makes me realize of all the good I am capable of and helps me forget about all the bad and unnecessary things that do go on. She helps me focus on all of the right things. I am so grateful to have met her.
june 13, 2014
i dreamt of connie last night, and not much happened between us in my dream, but she was there. she was right where i left her, at the assisted living home i worked at where we met. i was hanging out in her room, like usual, and in my dream i recall finding old photos in her drawers and me telling her, “you never showed me these ones!”
it really did feel like old times and i woke up happy. happy to have felt her again to some extent, especially because i’ve recently been thinking about her more. i know she’d be so proud of me, and would be so elated at my accomplishments.
A Woman Under the Influence (1974) dir. John Cassavetes cine. Mitch Breit & Al Ruban
“… The most magnificent, inimitable fräulein is the zaftig subject of Tally Brown, New York (1979)—a must-see for all those interested in performance and the cultural history of New York in the ’70s. The bewigged Miss Brown, with false eyelashes capable of sending her short, round body aloft, is the most mesmerizing raconteur and cabaret artist you’ll hear all year. Opening the film with her indelible cover of David Bowie’s “Heroes,” Tally concludes with “Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide,” performing that song’s line—”You’re not alone! / Give me your hands”—as a rallying cry far more rousing than several decades’ worth of tepid gay-rights chants.”
The Village Voice’s review of radical German queer filmmaker Rosa von Praunheim’s 1979 documentary Tally Brown, New York. The subject is outrageous bohemian chanteuse, underground actress and occasional Warhol superstar Tally Brown (1934-1989). Pal and I are seeing this ultra-rare film next week at The Barbican in London and I am already foaming-at-the-mouth in anticipation! I’ve only ever seen grainy fragments of it on YouTube. Above: portraits of Tally Brown by by fashion photographer Francesco Scavullo.
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Me listening to Butterfly
i was speaking with my favorite resident today about just recent events that have been going on. i literally tell her everything. like everything and she looked me dead in my eyes and said, “don’t you ever let anyone take from you.“ in in that instant i swore everything got better.
got to speaking about her today during therapy because i’ve been thinking about her so much. i’ve been thinking about her a lot lately these past couple of years and sometimes i wonder how i get by whenever i do after things get tough, and i really do believe that she might have something to do with it. my therapist told me that she provided me with the love and the comfort that i really needed, and that she probably filled a void that was inside of me. i believe that to be the case because i truly felt acknowledged and loved by her. she really showed me how special i am and what my capabilities are. she protected me and never judged me, and i can still hear her inside of my head in moments and it’s the most calming thing. quite often i think about the time she told me, “and honey, don’t worry because that takes away from now.”
still thinking about her
Don’t Bother to Knock, 1952
Hope Sandoval photographed by Bruce Weber for interview magazine, february 1992