#alienated

[ferociousxdevotion]

Well I guess the beer cans weren't cutting it anymore 🤭

[grateful-for-zayn]

Zayn performing Alienated [STTST Mexico City Night II, 27.03.25].

[tospeakortodie-die]

I’m so desolate. I hate when I get like this. When even my words abandon me, and I can do nothing but sit in this gooey murk, with no means to let them out. This is when my heart seems to sing, as if rejoicing in, and mocking, my misery, beating to the thought of romance. I start yearning for a gentle hand and an understanding soul. Someone who would hold my bruised and tired heart, and dislodge the shards that I shoved through it myself. In this moment, I recognize the humanness in my alienated being: this wretched feelings of longing, and—true to its nature—the urge of self-destruction.

[srldesigns6277]

"Say goodbye to the past"

[savebylou]

giantrooks: big fan @ Zayn 💝 #alienated #zayn #giantrooks @ Fred Rabe

Fred from Giant Rooks doing a cover of Alienated by Zayn [14.05.25].

[bitter69uk]

Run, don’t walk, to the exhibit “Diane Arbus: Sanctum Sanctorum” at David Zwirner gallery! As a lifelong Arbus devotee, I make a point of going to every retrospective in London. (Note that there seems to be some confusion about when the exhibit closes: some sources say 20 December, but the gallery’s own website says 17 January 2026). The gallery is close to Bond Street tube, an ultra-posh neighbourhood I haven’t had reason to visit in years. En route I passed Claridge’s (where Marlene Dietrich and Elizabeth Taylor used to stay), cavernously empty exclusive boutiques with glowering black-clad security men guarding the door, Vivienne Westwood’s shop (I bought a shirt there once in the 1990s! The original, superior and more historically significant branch is on Kings Road), Ferrari and Bentley showrooms, Berkeley Square. I had the irrational urge to tell the rich people passing me in gilets and Burberry scarves: “None of this impresses me! I don’t aspire to this!” Anyway, the exhibit is a dream. It features Arbus’ portraits of celebrities (Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Mia Farrow, Marcello Mastrianno, Mae West in her frou- frou boudoir, Warhol superstars Gerard Malanga and Viva), but of course more interesting and representative are her coolly compassionate studies of societal outsiders (nudists, strippers, circus performers, sex workers, street people, the gender non-conforming, a woman cradling her pet monkey like a hirsute baby), all captured with direct, challenging eye contact. One theme that jumped out this time: Arbus’ intimate shots of women from all walks of life (from the destitute in welfare hotels to wealthy dowagers) having contemplative moments in their bedrooms, often sitting on the edge of a bed, sometimes wearing a negligee and smoking a cigarette, that anticipate the later work of Nan Goldin. Pictured: “Puerto Rican Housewife NYC 1963” by Diane Arbus.

[itsallaboutzayn]

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