The Stonewall Inn
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
almost home

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macklin celebrini has autism
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Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bowery Presents
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todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
noise dept.
seen from Maldives
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@vibrariusbabe
Anyway *finds beauty*
yejinmoon_
no gender november
Nancy Thompson's Room
A Nightmare on Elm Street 1984, dir. Wes Craven
love the green i see on the way to the internship
yejinmoon_
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
“Hindi, like Gaelic, is a colonised space. It is a language complete in itself, with its own history, literature, poetry and tradition. But more than sixty-five years after Indian independence, it has been surrounded and absorbed by English, so among the Indian middle classes it is no longer a prestige language. It is the vernacular, the language one speaks at home; one does not use it to write to the tax office, nor take one’s degree. So if it doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect – if it doesn’t matter if a noun is masculine or feminine; if a verb falls to be transitive in the past perfect; if you just use the English word, because who can remember the Hindi for mathematics or apartment or transubstantiation – then for all I wage my small battle, we’re losing the war. To speak our language perfectly – to choose to do so, despite decades of colonial influence – is another political act.”
— “A’ghailleann”, Iona Sharma. (via a-witches-brew)
Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self
Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; "On Reading An Anthology of Postwar German Poetry"
[Text ID: I know enough to refuse to say / that life is good, / but I act as though it were, / and skeptical about love, I survive / by the witness of my own.]
Waking up from a dream you were really engrossed in like "fuuuck I forgot to return my polearms to the priory"
imagine having a warriors soul but a poets body youd be useless. killed immediately.
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alexander kluge, history and obstinacy
Continuing to be warm and soft and open to the possibilities of life even when it seems hopeless and you’re heartbroken and soul sick does actually work btw. Like there will be love around you again and real recognizes real