What a fine day! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
Anton Chekhov (via r2—d2)
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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What a fine day! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
Anton Chekhov (via r2—d2)
Your loneliest day is getting everything you thought you wanted and realising it didn’t make any difference at all.
Rodney Mullen (via heresay)
STUDIO GHIBLI + FLOWERS Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) dir. Hayao Miyazaki Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki Only Yesterday (1991) dir. Isao Takahata Spirited Away (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki Ponyo (2008) dir. Hayao Miyazaki My Neighbor Totoro (1988) dir. Hayao Miyazaki The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) dir. Isao Takahata The Secret World of Arrietty (2012) dir. Hiromasa Yonebayashi
Jennifer’s Body (2009) Black Swan (2010) Gone Girl (2014) The Witch (2014) The Neon Demon (2016) The Love Witch (2016) Suspiria (2018) Hereditary (2018) X (2022)
Stop trying. Take long walks. Look at scenery. Doze off at noon. Don’t even think about flying. And then, pretty soon, you’ll be flying again.
Kiki’s Delivery Service 魔女の宅急便 (1989)
Late night thoughts #kittycatandmanlymanandMilo
I asked myself the same questions until finally I began to understand. This was a wall in my life, I say, a wall I had to climb over every day. It was always there for me, deflecting my rage toward people who knew nothing about what had happened to me or why I should be angry at them.
Dorothy Allison, Two or Three Things I Know For Sure (via nonsexquitur)
As a little girl, I received for my sixth or seventh birthday a bride doll. It was a beautiful thing—about a foot high, with blue eyes (which opened and shut), decked from head to toe in voluminous white nylon. Staging the “Wedding of the Year” at the foot of my bed, my bride doll swept down the aisle to meet Ted at the altar, while imaginary guests wept at the gorgeousness of it all. But after the ceremony, as I prepared the bride for what I precociously knew to be “her special night,” my pleasure turned to frustration: there were no zips or clasps for removing the doll’s outfit. She had been sewn into her wedding gown. This seemed to me to be a horror of the magnitude of magical dancing shoes stuck permanently to one’s feet. The doll had but one role—one line—and her principal motivation was to avoid getting dirty. There could never be anything beyond the wedding for her—no honeymoon, no affairs, no divorce—just “Here Comes the Bride” rendered over and over on my trusty school recorder. All I could do with her was flip her veil in relentless iterations of the moment of her wedding. With the repertoire of play limited by her costume, my new bride doll soon became boring. Once she’d married all the other toys, I subjected her to hairdressing with nail scissors and the application of felt-tipped make-up. Before long my beautiful bride doll was dirty and disheveled, and I stopped playing with her. She sat abandoned on top of the wardrobe, a stained ornament to my imperfect devotion, gathering the dust of her short-lived glory. There is probably a moral in this story somewhere—if I had hankered after building blocks rather than dolls, perhaps this would be a book about structural engineering and not marriage. But I doubt it. If I had been given construction toys, I would probably have built props to be used in the matrimonial careers of my toys. The moral, if there is one, is that little girls begin to think about marriage from a very early age. Some girls’ thinking turns to romantic yearning, or longing to be sewn into a bridal gown. Some of us, mercifully, grow up to be feminists.
Heather Brook, Conjugal Rites: Marriage and Marriage-like Relationships before the Law
Neglecting your needs and desires will not make you easier to love
“I’m much happier at 53 than I was at 23.” (x)
I still feel this way, but closer to being over the ‘sublime confusion’... I’m turning 29 in a couple of weeks.
Hello Tumblr, it’s been so long 👋 I was amazed to sign in today and see the dashboard/general UX has hardly changed at all, then really amused to see a “flagged post” section where a picture of Tristan and I from college was flagged (I assume because he was shirtless)
Sometimes things in context… are better
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happy monday you animals live chaotically and enjoy some words of wisdom from my girlfriend
amazing
An important clarification.
Petit-déjeuner complet by Marc Andreu
please read the best twitter story i’ve seen all week
The fuck did I just read! I laughed so much I gave myself hiccups!!!
I couldnt stop laughing omfg