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A small catalogue of things I’ve lost: my heart down a sink drain. My voice in the dungeon of language. My body to the great gripping fists of men.

Alicia Catt, from 'When I Put Bluebeard’s Keys in My Pocket They Stain My Dress & I Hope You Don’t Notice’, published in Toad (via soracities)

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me abt me: can someone like.. take care of her

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i’m pb&j - petty, bitter and jealous

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Oakland studio apartment via Apartment Therapy

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this is the kind of content we all deserve to see

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this cured my depression

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2Yl - the front bottoms + the kiss by henri de toulouse lautrec

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Henri Matisse’s studio assistant Annelies Nelck with tracing of Apollo on the floor of the Hôtel Régina, Nice, c. 1953.

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Alexander McQueen fall 2016 rtw

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drake: whoa… sufjan… you look…

sufjan: Terrible… I Know… Ha Ha H-

drake: …so nice

sufjan: Oh! Well! Thank You Aubrey! You Also Look… Nice

drake: this is gonna be so much fun! thanks for coming to junior prom with me. you’re such a good friend :)

sufjan: You Are A Good Friend Too Aubrey My Bro My Pal My Friendly Platonic Comradely Chummy Buddy And Confidante

drake: well, anyway, we should get going. hey, wouldn’t it be nice if-

an incorporeal voice: WHO DARES SUMMON ME?

drake: oh my god! is that-

sufjan: Brian Douglas Wilson! The American Musician Singer Songwriter And Record Producer Best Known As The Leader And Founder Of The Beach Boys!

brian: YOU ARE CORRECT, MY CHILD.

drake: holy shit dude this is so cool i LOVE good vibrations

sufjan: Mr. Wilson Why Have You Graced My Front Porch With Your Presence

brian: I WAS SUMMONED, MY CHILD.

drake: but how?

brian: YOU SPAKE THE WORDS “WOULDN’T IT BE NICE.” BY THE LAWS OF THE ANCIENTS, WHENEVER A YOUNG SOUL IN A TIME OF NEED UTTERS THAT MAGYYK INCANTATION, I MUST BE SUMMONED.

drake: oh well i’m sorry mr. wilson there must be some mistake because uh, sufjan and i aren’t really young souls in a time of need

brian: YOUNG AUBREY, MY CHILD, I KNOW SO MANY PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY CAN DO IT ALONE.

drake: what? what are you talking about?

brian: THEY ISOLATE THEIR HEADS AND STAY IN THEIR SAFETY ZONES.

sufjan: Goodness Gracious Aubrey He Is Really Dragging You

brian: NOW WHAT CAN YOU TELL THEM, YOUNG SUFJAN, MY CHILD?

sufjan: What Can I Tell Whom

brian: AND WHAT CAN YOU SAY THAT WON’T MAKE THEM DEFENSIVE?

sufjan: I Am Afraid I Do Not Know What You - Oh! It Would Appear That The Founder Of The Beach Boys Has Dissolved Into A Puff Of Glitter Without Clarifying His Meaning How Unfortunate Mysterious And Glamorous

drake: sufjan… wait… i think he was trying to tell us something

sufjan: Whatever Do You Mean Aubrey

drake: sufjan, i get it now! i think i can do it alone! i isolate my head! i stay in my safety zones! but i shouldn’t do that. i have to be brave. because the truth is… i can’t do it alone. i just can’t. i need you, sufjan.

sufjan: Oh Aubrey… Now What Can I Tell You

drake: you can tell me anything, sufjan.

sufjan: What Can I Say That Won’t Make You Defensive

drake: you can say anything.

sufjan: Well… Aubrey… I Am Quite In Love With You

drake: oh, sufjan… i love you, too. so much.

sufjan: And I Want To Attend The Junior Prom With You But… Not As Your Bro

drake: as… more than bros?

sufjan: Precisely Aubrey

drake: hey sufjan… if we kissed right now… wouldn’t it be nice?

sufjan: Yes Aubrey… It Would Be Nice

brian: