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trying on a metaphor

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i don't do bad sauce passes

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Cosimo Galluzzi

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@noreign
Never read Baldwin before?
Nonfiction
The Price of The Ticket (borrow from IA)
The Fire Next Time (pdf download)
Notes of A Native Son (pdf download)
Nothing Personal (read on IA - not great quality sorry)
The Last Interview (pdf download) (only 10 pages!)
Fiction
Giovanni's Room (pdf download)
If Beale Street Could Talk (pdf download)
BONUS
Little Man Little Man (read or pdf download on scribd) (Baldwin's only children's book)
Go Tell It On The Mountain (pdf download)
Another Country (pdf and epub download)
Sonny's Blues (pdf download)
Going to Meet the Man (pdf download)
My next Black History Month request:
Pick one of James Baldwin's works and read it!!! The Fire Next Time is an excellent essay, most of us are familiar with the quote on gay white people from The Last Interview but not the rest of it. If Beale Street Could Talk even has a movie!
(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
so it’s been a year and the Pearl Jam wiki is still the funniest thing I’ve ever fucking read
EDWARD VEDWARD STAYDWARD WITH MEDWARD IN CALIFEDWARD
Keith moon is the who's resident baby cow eyes
You feel eyes on you, the intense feeling sends a shiver up your spine and you flinch, enticing you to turn around. There in the dead of night, you see him. The who's resident baby cow eyes
The Who posed during filming of the 'Happy Jack' promo in the Track Records offices, Chesterfield Gardens, London on 19th December 1966.
Do you know how prev looks?
I’ve met/know them in IRL.
I’ve seen a photo/video of them.
I’ve read a description they’ve made of themselves.
I’ve made up an image of them in my mind based off their icon and bits of info
I don’t have the vaguest idea what they look like.
8 MILE (2002) dir. Curtis Hanson
Eminem's eyes are so expressive, they're so intense oooof
Eminem cute faces on 8 Mile
Melancholia trapped in the echo chamber of love lost
with your car keys twitching and itching in your hand, you know the perfect solution to the drag that is end of summer blues. you hop in your true and light blue mustang, put in your ‘for blue monday's’ mixtape and hit the windy roads for some well needed introspection.
for @imdistressed, hope you enjoy, lena :)
ok, so. my husband just very srsly asked me the following question. i assumed it was from an online quiz or something, but no, this was just something he was contemplating on a monday afternoon. anyway, poll time!
it’s 1997. you’re chilling in your room. which of the these albums are you probably listening to?
hole “live through this”
liz phair “exile in guyville”
ani difranco “not a pretty girl”
alanis morisette “jagged little pill”
sleater kinney “dig me out”
bikini kill “pussy whipped”
fiona apple “tidal”
what’s a riot grrl?
i like polls / results
Never Pity The Pitted
You waded through that
crowd like you willled
to part the Red Sea. Sopping
ridden with sweat, your ample
high cheekbones rouged. Crazy
hooligans sway, serving you up
like some platter, for you were their
Poseidon, and they, mere menfolk.
But you, yes, you thrive off their
joy. Tivoli shirt tussled with the riptide,
and thus you’re forced back to rostrum.
A gallant undertow guided you there.
Meaty hands caught you, making sure
you didn’t take a tumble. Your black
scuffed boots, greying red bobby socks
touched stage once more. Back to
the mic stand you went, you stared unsure,
for did your fleet really meet the shore?
Eddie Vedder being my muse part 2
Never Pity The Pitted
You waded through that
crowd like you willled
to part the Red Sea. Sopping
ridden with sweat, your ample
high cheekbones rouged. Crazy
hooligans sway, serving you up
like some platter, for you were their
Poseidon, and they, mere menfolk.
But you, yes, you thrive off their
joy. Tivoli shirt tussled with the riptide,
and thus you’re forced back to rostrum.
A gallant undertow guided you there.
Meaty hands caught you, making sure
you didn’t take a tumble. Your black
scuffed boots, greying red bobby socks
touched stage once more. Back to
the mic stand you went, you stared unsure,
for did your fleet really meet the shore?
Eddie Vedder being my muse part 2
Clara Bow, 1927