i feel like u can tell a lot about a person by where they sat in the classroom, so reblog with where u sat and ur star sign, i’m back of the room by the windows taurus
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Claire Keane
occasionally subtle
Cosimo Galluzzi
Show & Tell
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

@theartofmadeline

#extradirty
taylor price
The Bowery Presents

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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i feel like u can tell a lot about a person by where they sat in the classroom, so reblog with where u sat and ur star sign, i’m back of the room by the windows taurus
jennifer’s body (2007) dir. karyn kusama
art detail: blue & gold fashion
Clea Duvall and Natasha Lyonne
Out Magazine, 2000
This is spot on lol
As an art teacher I can confirm this is a great way to memorize the different art movements and I’m going to now teach it this way
I recently started working in hospitality, and I’ll tell you guys right now, the trope of “there was only one bed” is not as rare as you’d think in real life. A few times a week, at least, I have guys come in who are working together on projects in town or passing through who have to literally book the last room I have available for the night and lo and behold — there is only one bed, and guess what, they give each other a side-eyed look and begrudgingly take it. So write it up, it happens all the time!!!
Never let your There Was Only One Bed dreams die. I was secretly in love with my best friend for over a year when she graduated and moved to Oklahoma (like 1000 miles away) for grad school. Between that travel restrictions, we were so scared we’d never see eachother again.
At the end of summer, when Covid numbers were at a lower point, I took the risk to visit her in her new apartment and I quickly realized that, unlike when I’d spent the night at her house before, the couch wasn’t made up like a bed. She explained that since her new couch was so fancy and pink, I couldn’t possibly sleep on it, and so I needed to sleep in the bed with her. You know, out of necessity. I woke up with her snuggled around me in the middle of the night.
We’re dating now, and I genuinely think I’m going to marry her. Just the other day, though, I mentioned that if she hadn’t been weird about her fancy couch, I probably never would have like confessed my feelings. AND THEN she stood up, took the cushions off the fancy couch, UNFOLDED IT INTO A HIDE-A-BED, and said “I KNOW.”
THIS GIRL. ORCHESTRATED. BED SCARCITY. JUST SO SHE COULD MAKE THE “ONLY ONE BED” EXCUSE. Y’all when I said I just about lost my goddamn mind, I just about lost my goddamn mind. I love this sneaky bitch so much and the moral of this story is BE THE ONE BED YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.
That was … wild from start to finish.
“I will love you until the we run out of mornings. Then I will love you in the dark.”
— Renaud
when lorde said “it drives you crazy getting old” and oasis said “my body feels young but my mind is very old” and florence welch said “we’re just children wanting children of our own” and mitski said “mom, am I still young? can I dream for a few months more?” and hozier said “i need to be youthfully felt, ‘cause god i never felt young”
simmer - hayley williams / the bell jar - sylvia plath / cop car - mitski / judith slaying holofernes - artemisia gentileschi / fast as you can - fiona apple / animal- aurora / salome - jean benner / tonight i am someone else - chelsea hodson / wishbone - richard siken / ride - lana del rey
Frank Cadogan Cowper (1877-1958), Venetian Ladies Listening to “The Serenade” on the Grand Canal, 1908-1909, oil on canvas, 88.9 x 128.9 cm. In a private collection.
happy international women's day
Every Kiss: #56 | 1.24 The Twizzle
(probs) bad but fitting title ideas for dan and phil’s stereo show
Carton Cings - kinda like CardBORD Cings but less likely to misspell (but knowing them I’m sure they’ll find a way)
Clear-out Crewmates
Duct tape Dudes - a bit of a Yikes™️ but so are they tbh
Furniture Fellas
Feature wall Fanboys - I mean, same tbh
Glory(hole) Guys - double Yikes™️, this is a reference from relocating roommates, maybe not the best idea
Leaving Lads
Packing Peanuts - pretty cute!!
Packing Pals
Resettling Rascals
Transferring Teammates
Wandering/Wall-to-wall What’s-their-faces
heather christle, “then we are in agreement” / malcolm t. liepke, in her arms / salman toor, green bar / maggie rogers, dog years
TO BE MADE AND REMADE IN A LOVER’S HANDS
Natalie Diaz, ‘Postcolonial Love Poem’ Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours (trans. Barrows & Macy) Auguste Rodin, Cathedral & Combinations Audre Lorde, ‘On a Night of the Full Moon’ Margaret Atwood, Power Politics James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
“Friend.”
What, you don’t beg for kisses and have sex dreams about ur old school friends? Pfft, grow up 😤
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Just bros being bros!
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Photo 1: “You don’t like being kissed.” Chopin wrote to his school friend Tytus Woyciechowski in one of 22 letters. “Please allow me to do so today. You have to pay for the dirty dream I had about you last night.” LEtters to the friend, who was actively involved in Poland’s January uprising of 1863, often start with “My dearest life” and end with: “Give me a kiss, dearest lover.”
Photo 2: “The fact that Chopin had to hide part of his identity for a long time, as he himself writes in his letters, would have left a mark on his personality and his art,” said Weber. “Music allowed him to express himself fully, because piano music has the advantaage of not containing words.” As Chopin himself put it in one of his letters to Woyciechowski: “I confide in the paino the things that I sometimes want to say to you.”
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