bernadette peters in slaves of new york (1989) costume design by carol ramsey

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bernadette peters in slaves of new york (1989) costume design by carol ramsey
I am officially extremely gay for Bernadette Peters
Put this photo of Bernadette Peters in the Louvre.
I am officially extremely gay for Bernadette Peters
the train passes; I am not on the tracks
the universe is growing, and so are you.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO BREAK MY RIBS TO GET TO MY HEART, YOU ALREADY HAVE IT
“How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?”
— Doc Luben, 14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes (via atlassuggestion)
my mother tells me to buckle up, that i could die if we were in an accident. with little interest in dying, i do. my mother tells me i’m her girl, that she would do anything for me. she says i’m her rock, her strength. my mother starts drinking again. i discover my favorite bar food is a bag of nacho flavored combos, and a cherry coke. i become familiar with every bar in the area. my mother tells me to bring her another beer. i comply with little resistance. i’m ten years old. my mother drinks a thirty pack a day. she tells me i will never amount to anything. she tells me to kill myself if i’m unhappy. i try. my mother tells me to kill myself if i really want to. i try again. my mother tells me to buckle up, that i could die if we were in an accident. i don’t.
Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)
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Damn can i not get one lesbian happily ever after like all this doomed yuris end with me devastated and sobbing uncontrollably
I'll be yours, forevermore
Do you think we’re soulmates in another universe?
sometimes the tragedy of distance is very simple. i want to get groceries with you