donna summer performing in atlanta, georgia, 1978
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donna summer performing in atlanta, georgia, 1978
“The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue. The sky was the continual throbbing of the brilliance of the light. The night lit up everything, all the country on either bank of the river as far as the eye could reach. Every night was different, each one had a name as long as it lasted.”
— Marguerite Duras, The Lover (via theperfumemaker)
Marvin Koner. Miles Davis. Jazz club Cafe Bohemia. New York City. 1956
hate when i bump into the opps on the yorknew metro
Black cat on fence post, 1974.
Patricia Arquette
'Lost Highway'
David Lynch, 1997
i say this as someone whose favourite hobby is media analysis but it's kind of the cuck chair of creativity
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Palestinians herd sheep in the Judean desert between Jericho and Jerusalem on February 6, 2015. (Ammar Awad/Reuters)
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[text ID: Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]
Ayo Edebiri / W Magazine [February 2025] / Photo Luca Guadagnino