Outfit Appreciation: Bipasha Basu in Ajnabee (2001)
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Outfit Appreciation: Bipasha Basu in Ajnabee (2001)
There’s no hope for me in this life. I can’t even speak openly about my struggles — about the loneliness, the depression — because I’m no longer a teenager, and I expect to “mature.” But what’s there to mature when all that’s left is an aching body, a tired mind, and a soul that not longer wants to exist...
remember the era of history when seemingly every radfem in the world thought this was the dopest image ever and they all had it as their pfps and you knew whenever someone with this icon posted a take it was about to be the most dogshit thing you've ever heard. i kind of miss seeing her it's not lisa's fault she became that. but now all the radfems are using like. classical paintings. which could mean nothing.
If nothing else, as a historian every time I get scared at the state of the world I have to remind myself that "uninteresting times" is a myth.
The world has always been in the throes of chaos and violence and fear, just in different ways and to different degrees. The anxieties of the past are no less real than our own, and we can learn from them. Normality and peace are fleeting, but we can always strive to increase those moments. We have to keep hoping and working for a better future. It's all we have. We may not succeed, but if we don't try, what are we living for?
I look at my niece's Barbies with nostalgia for what could have been a better childhood for me and hope for a better life for her.
This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.
having an older sister is so crazy because i adore you but you’re so mean to me it makes me cry. i want to be just like you but i hate being compared to you. i want to tell you everything about me but i’m so scared you’ll judge me. everything is fine and then we argue and suddenly i’m five and you’re refusing to play dolls with me. i love you more than anyone in the world but i hate you so much. you are the only reason i have any confidence. you ruined my self esteem. i can’t feel pretty unless you compliment me. i wish i was as pretty as you. you are the easiest person to love. i still cry over what you said three years ago. you are half of my soul. all i want is for you to see me. i want you to think i’m as cool as you. you understand me without words. you don’t get me. i wish we were friends. i’d rather die than fight with you. we fight every day. i wish you loved me as much as i love you. nobody will ever love me like you do. you make me hate myself sometimes. i decided to play soccer because you played it too. i would follow you anywhere. you’re the first person i ever tell anything. i wish you would confide in me. you make me feel so lonely. i listen to that song you showed me every day. you make me so angry it makes me punch a wall. when you hug me i cry because i love you so much. i have never hated anyone like i hate you. i would die for you. i don’t think i’d survive without you. please love me as much as i love you
"My mum taught me the most important lesson in life. When you are hurt, you have two options: to close off, become bitter, or love more, persevere. Love is the greatest healer. I choose Love."
Pamela, A Love Story (2023) Dir. Ryan White
Today’s Inspiration: Thea Porter
‘Thea’s are the only clothes I never throw away.’ - Joan Collins
During the 1970’s kaftans from Turkey and Afghanistan became immensely popular in the west, thanks to, at least in part, Thea Porter. In 1964 Porter moved to London
“Half-French, half-English” Porter was born in 1927 in Jerusalem, was raised in Damascus. Dad was an Arabist theologian, mom was a French missionary. She began her career working in interior design, for Elizabeth Eaton. Inspired by (and obsessed with) the luxurious fabrics which surrounded her youth, Porter began to create her own versions of chazara jackets, sirwal skirts, kaftans, abayas, Berber djellaba and African dashiki. She used the best fabrics; vintage 1930s French voiles, Ottoman velvets, Swiss chiffons, & brocades; as well as various on Indian handprints and traditional Islamic embroidery. Her first wholesale client as a fashion designer was Henri Bendel, in 1968.
By the 1970’s Porter had basically created, or at least elevated, the concept of bohemian chic. She dressed some of the most fashionable women in the world including Elizabeth Taylor, Faye Dunaway, Joan Collins, Barbra Streisand, Lauren Bacall, Talitha Getty, Bianca Jagger, Princess Margaret, Edna O'Brien, & Sharon Tate. Porter’s work was sold at “Magnin in San Francisco and Giorgio of Beverly Hills.” Hardy Amies once described a costume she made for Begum Aga Khan as “pre-guillotine.”
Porter was a designer without much business acumen- though her clothing sold exceptionally well (there were years when Giorgio BH sold about $300,000/year in just Thea Porter). She was constantly opening one business, closing another. There was a whole string of studios, shops & boutiques that opened briefly and closed with varying degrees of personal devastation.
In 1994 Porter was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, moved to a nursing home in Kensington. She died in July of 2000 at the age of 72.
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goncharov (1973) is simply a product of the very human urge to create stories in community and pass them on through word of mouth. we are bored peasants working in the field with no way to pass the time and a need to create folklore
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“Our angel Adini has been called back to her Creator. She is at peace now, she who suffered so much here, but those she left behind—poor Fritz and her poor parents— suffer terribly... At half past 10, she gave birth to a son with minor pain, but she was too weak. Her last happy moment on earth was when she heard her child's cry—it was as if Heaven wanted to send her this last consolation, as it is is unheard of that a child born after 6 1/2 months of pregnancy could scream, and moreover as a strong healthy child. At that moment, her face was transformed and remained so after her death. The child lived only an hour and a half; but he was still baptized and named Wilhelm. But she died with the belief that the child would live. Then she gradually weakened, sometimes she became delirious… Her last words were: "Farewell, goodbye," spoken in Russian. What we experienced then is impossible to describe. On the one hand, the heartbroken parents, on the other hand, Fritz, who almost lost his mind, losing on the same day both the angel who made up his happiness and his child - his last hope. When we came to the prayer service in the evening, she was lying dressed in white, with a wreath of white roses on her head, beautiful and serene as an angel of peace; she had an ivory crucifix in her hands and was surrounded by candles. Her child was lying at her feet, surrounded by flowers.”
— Letter to Prince Karl of Hesse from his sister, the future Empress Maria Alexandrovna of Russia, describing the death of Grand Duchess Alexandra Nikolaevna.