The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical
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The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical
Lost, Lost, Lost (Jonas Mekas, 1976)
Oscar Wilde’s Lipstick-Covered Tomb | Via
The practice started in the late 1990s, when somebody decided to leave a lipstick kiss on the tomb. Since then lipstick kisses and hearts have been joined by a rash of red graffiti containing expressions of love, such as: “Wilde child we remember you”, “Keep looking at the stars” and “Real beauty ends where intellect begins”. Kissing Oscar’s tomb on the Paris tourist circuit has become a cult pastime.
A fine of €9,000 ($12,000) was imposed on anyone caught kissing or damaging the historical monument, but it had no effect. It was hard to catch people in the act, and most culprits were tourists who were long gone before the police could bring them to court. Appeals from Wilde’s grandson Merlin Holland to stop the practice also fell on deaf ears. A plaque asking fans to respect the tomb instead of defacing it went in vain.
Meanwhile, those greasy red lipstick stains seeped into the stone making it harder and harder to clean. Every cleaning eroded a layer of stone rendering it even more porous, so the next cleaning had to go even deeper and wear away the stone even more.
u know what would be really neat? if i knew how to correctly communicate and form bonds with other people
date someone you could have fun at a grocery store with
summer depression aesthetic
sleeping in way too late
“oh no it’s 4 am and i’m still awake”
mindlessly refreshing the same apps over and over
picking up a book only to put it down because the words aren’t processing in your brain
listening to the same three albums repeatedly
either eating every snack you own within an hour or forgetting to eat for like half the day
“if i don’t do my summer homework it doesn’t exist”
wearing the same sundress three days in a row
watching your friends hang out with each other as you stay at home and stare at the wall
consistently forgetting to respond to people who text you
reminiscing over past summers and how much fun you had then
wanting the school year to start but also feeling Crushing Anxiety when you think of how soon it is
drinking like a gallon of water every hour or not having any water all day and dehydrating
unbrushed hair
lying down on the floor
“what day is it today”
mosquitoes make you feel downright murderous
watching movies only to get distracted
even sitting around at home makes you tired
this is not fun
Waking up with her body wrapped around mine. Hearing her breathing and each breath hitting the back of my neck. Feeling her heartbeat against my back. Body heat radiating underneath the covers. Holding her hand in mine as she’s far away dreaming. Everything I could ever want in this world is right here. Wrapped around me. That’s how I know she’s the one.
From Me to Her (
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I’ve loved falling asleep and waking up to her every morning and night❤
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PS I Love You (2016) by Harley Weir for Proenza Schouler
PS I Love You stars eight pairs of women in eight different female relationships, with each offering unique soundbites on what inspires them about the other.
i feel like crying!! no wait i’m ok!! oh my god i’m so in love!! wow i’m ugly and gross and probably the worst!! wait!! i’m ok again!! time to cut all my hair off!! time to cry again whoops haha!!!!
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
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Clear your mind here
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Staf and Tim photographed by Ronald Stoops. Hair: Didier Brys. Make-up: Inge Grognard. Antwerp, 1997.
taken by me from Raf Simons Redux.