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like i quite literally have never been more passionate about anything than i am about the human race’s invariable desire to tell stories and the fact that we always find a way to do it, through spoken language and written language and body language and visual art and theater and poetry and oral tradition and a million other things. there are so many things we take for granted about the human experience that we never stop to think about but i really want you to take a step back and consider how fucking amazing it is that our need to tell stories transcends all boundaries of time and geography and borders and language. it is one of very few things that is legitimately intrinsic to human nature and i will never stop being completely in awe of humanity for that.

#yearning

queengreendown

Here's what I gathered: Sex can and should be an extension of kindness. When your head is between my legs, you multiply the ways you care. You kiss a smile from thigh to thigh, like how we eat watermelon in late June, messily from left to right, as if we're scooping out the moon. And when you look up to find me, I'm easily found. The real aphrodisiac is recognition. A mouthful of knowing. The light on our face.

yellowmonday-deactivated2022120

i could watch brokeback mountain a million times and never not cry because it’s about the passage of time which is probably the saddest scariest thing in the world. they could have built a life together but ennis was afraid and he pushed jack away and there was so much space and time between them and then it was too late. the regret and the guilt and the being forced to grieve quietly….wishing things had been different wishing you had known better wishing there was still time, more time, one last time, any time. and the last scene i mean how doesn’t it kill you. One shirt inside the other like two bodies pressed together. shirts not worn in years. lost their smell. lost their purpose. like the fabric of a memory. it was TOO LATE do you understand….he could never get back there….to the good times. To his love. time kept moving on but their love never could. do you understand

stuckinapril

“your 20s are the best years of your life” “your 20s are for looking your best and advancing your career” Actually my 20s are for indulging everything my younger self wanted to do but couldn’t. and my 30s are for looking my hottest

m0untainslut

Learning & unlearning & learning & unlearning & learning & unlearning &

womansfilm

Carol (2015) / Patricia Highsmith: Her Diaries and Notebooks, 1941-1995

Al Noce

[ID: hopper painting nighthawks positioned on a white wall so the stripe of sunlight that falls on it aligns perfectly with the lines of light in the painting's diner. end ID]

gayrandalgraves

aspiring social media influencer patrick bateman watching the apology video his fellow influencer, paul allen, released after the members of their shared content house were cancelled for god-knows-what, and suddenly realizing his own apology video falls flat in comparison: look at that subtle victimization. the tasteful inclusion of his past traumas. oh my god, he even started crying.