Yayoi Kusama with Infinity Mirrored Room - Love Forever installed for the 1966 solo exhibition Peep Show/Endless Love Show at Castellane Gallery, New York

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Yayoi Kusama with Infinity Mirrored Room - Love Forever installed for the 1966 solo exhibition Peep Show/Endless Love Show at Castellane Gallery, New York
Me: I met a boy.
Me (two days later): nevermind
Loves of a Blonde (1965)
“Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60s. Or maybe I was just a girl… interrupted.”
Girl, Interrupted (1999) dir. James Mangold
Harry Gruyaert, Covered market, Biarritz, France, 2000
yoooo. i been here
today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.
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Fat and beauty can coexist. “You would be beautiful if you lost a bit of weight” and “you still have a pretty face” are not compliments. You are beautiful now and your whole being is pretty. Your soul is alight. You are radiant.
Chungking Express (Wong Kar-wai, 1994).
I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.
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