Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs

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Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs
LOVE these pictures of Kate Bush wearing a leather jacket I think the majority of these are from her performance at the Hammersmith odeon on May 13th, 1979.
second supersonic gig 20/11/24
first supersonic sylvia gig 30/10/24
https://www.instagram.com/supersonic_sylvia/
♱ Happy birthday, St. Joan of Arc .ᐟ .ᐟ
May your devotion to faith and your courage remain an eternal example to us all. We pray that you will continue to intercede with the Lord for us, inspiring us to do righteous deeds and to have strong faith
patti smith throwing sandwiches at a journalist after he criticized her lengthy songs
mary oliver, “heavy” / ana carrizo, “reflections” / anne carson, “glass essay” / benjamin alire sáenz, aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe / richard siken, “turpentine” / florence + the machine, 100 years / rainer maria rilke, “the last of his line” / margaret atwood, “november”
autumn 2020 vibes
florence welch’s hands
Lesbos, Sylvia Plath / How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, Florence & The Machine
rawest fucking florence and the machine lyrics in no particular order:
no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?
this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it
because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart
tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts
you don’t have to be a ghost here among the living, you are flesh and blood, and you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given, and oh how much
but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company
at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness
the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
it’s an evensong, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony
but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy
to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces
and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in
in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me
and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe
i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding
i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget
it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea
and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials
a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss
in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul
And how does it feel now you’ve scratched that itch? And pulled out all your stitches? Hubris is a bitch
and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone
drink too much coffee and think of you often in a city where reality has long been forgotten, and are you afraid, because I’m terrified, but you remind me that it’s such a wonderful thing to love
i was in the darkness, so darkness i became
i dont think men should be allowed to draw comics until they can pass a 4 week class on human anatomy AND get at least a 90 on the essay question (describe a woman for 1000 words without mentioning her tits, her sexual experience, how good she is at wearing heels and kicking ass, or whether or not she is/would be a good mother)
bite the hand - boy genius // seeing red - @/its_not_safe_here on instagram // cop car - mitski // i know the end - phoebe bridgers // unknown // wishbone - richard siken // sylvia plath // gleipner - walter ford // cursedsuggestion
womanhood is just
*crying in a forever 21 dressing room* *fighting with your mom and realizing she has a lot of trauma* *drinking diet soda instead of eating a meal* *reading that margaret atwood quote over and over again* *erratically cutting your own hair for no reason* *staring in the mirror until you stop looking like a person* *getting hit on by a man old enough to be your grandfather* *fantasizing about being a disembodied entity* *screaming into your pillow* * thinking about being lobotomized*
Women in music + flowers