[seachick]

I am begging everyone who has ever bemoaned about Hollywood only making sequels and IP movies to go see Sinners in theaters. It has the creative team behind Black Panther working on it and their talent shines through in the cinematography, music, costuming, EVERYTHING. It's a completely original screenplay written by Ryan Coogler and if you want to support original movies, go see it in theaters.

[mooonbae]

PLEASE

[disimula-arte-mental]

[dragongirlbunny]

i wish there was an easier way to tell the difference between an "if it sucks hit da bricks" situation and a "sometimes being an adult means doing things that you dont wanna" situation

[respectissexy]

The best answer to this that I've seen is "You are free to do whatever you like. You must only live with the consequences."

"If it sucks, hit da bricks" is for when you realize that you actually definitely can live with the consequences of Not Doing The Thing.

"Sometimes being an adult means doing things that you don't wanna" is for when you've thought it over and it turns out you would strongly prefer NOT to live with the consequences of Not Doing The Thing.

[why-i-love-comics]

Harley Quinn in Paradise #1 (2024)

written by CRC Payne art by Siobhan Chiffon & Cathy Le

[princesserica84]

"So this is how liberty dies... With thunderous applause."

[tsarytsyas-cosy-log-cabin]

Do you ever just sit with your best friend and watch her sleep on your lap as you write your diary and she’s breathing ever so softly and the colour has come to her cheeks and she looks oh so sweet and you imagine that someone could fall even more in love with her should they see her asleep like this and you and her are in such gay spirits to-night

[francisforever2014]

good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday

[daily-spooky]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[apoemaday]

If I Had Three Lives

by Sarah Russell

After “Melbourne” by the Whitlams

If I had three lives, I’d marry you in two. The other? Perhaps that life over there at Starbucks, sitting alone, writing -- a memoir, maybe a novel or this poem. No kids, probably, a small apartment with a view of the river, and books -- lots of books, and time to read. Friends to laugh with, and a man sometimes, for a weekend, to remember what skin feels like when it’s alive. I’d be thinner in that life, vegan, practice yoga. I’d go to art films, farmers markets, drink martinis in swingy skirts and big jewelry. I’d vacation on the Maine coast and wear a flannel shirt weekend guy left behind, loving the smell of sweat and aftershave more than I did him. I’d walk the beach at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockmarks water makes in sand. And I’d wonder sometimes if I’d ever find you.

[rockytheeridian]

The Daily Show | Nov. 6 2024

[apoemaday]

Sometimes

by Mary Oliver

I.

Something came up out of the dark. It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. It wasn’t an animal or a flower, unless it was both.

Something came up out of the water, a head the size of a cat but muddy and without ears. I don’t know what God is. I don’t know what death is.

But I believe they have between them some fervent and necessary arrangement.

II.

Sometimes melancholy leaves me breathless…

III.

Water from the heavens! Electricity from the source! Both of them mad to create something!

The lighting brighter than any flower. The thunder without a drowsy bone in its body.

IV.

Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

V. Two or three times in my life I discovered love. Each time it seemed to solve everything. Each time it solved a great many things but not everything. Yet left me as grateful as if it had indeed, and thoroughly, solved everything.

VI.

God, rest in my heart and fortify me, take away my hunger for answers, let the hours play upon my body

like the hands of my beloved. Let the cathead appear again — the smallest of your mysteries, some wild cousin of my own blood probably — some cousin of my own wild blood probably, in the black dinner-bowl of the pond.

VII.

Death waits for me, I know it, around one corner or another. This doesn’t amuse me. Neither does it frighten me.

After the rain, I went back into the field of sunflowers. It was cool, and I was anything but drowsy. I walked slowly, and listened

to the crazy roots, in the drenched earth, laughing and growing.

[evermore-fashion]

Oh America 💔

I don't normally make political posts but after the last 24 hours I felt had to say something, especially towards those who voted for Kamala Harris.

I'm both heartbroken and angry as fuck for all of you, knowing that the next four years (and beyond) is going to be a real shit show especially for women and the LGBTQIA+ community. You all deserve to live authentic and truthful lives as well as have the freedom to do as you please with your bodies. Yet here we are staring down the barrel of a gun loaded with fascism, racism, homophobia and misogyny to name a few ready to be fired at us come January 2025. I might not be an American, but the decision thats been made today will have repercussions for the entire world and thats terrifying right now. So to anyone who voted for that shitbag... fuck you. You've just turned back the clocks on a lifetime of political and historical decisions that will impact all of us and future generations for decades to come.

If you disagree with my opinion on the US Election results, please unfollow or block me immediately.

Normal fashion posts will resume shortly. 💜

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[apoemaday]

Acquainted with the Night

by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

[apoemaday]

"Time does not bring relief..."

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go, — so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

[alex-a-roman]

"Sun with teeth" (Romanian expression used to describe a clear, sunny day that looks warm, but is actually biting cold.)

[alex-a-roman]

Desire

My body aches for you Every minute of every day It makes the stars yearn for the night And leaves my soul begging for pain I don’t know how to ask But I need your hot breath on my skin  To keep me going through another day.

~ A. A. Roman