The Children’s Hour, 1961
dir: William Wyler
it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance
throwing up and sobbing bc I just heard boulevard of broken dreams on a classic rock station
the image of a 73 yo retired man who has listened to the same rotation of songs for his entire life going to 7am coffee with the boys and turning on his trusty old station just to be met with greenday has me in tears actually
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
Art by René Magritte
cthonicdionysus-deactivated2021:
I have to be the most gnc corpse in the ditch
“Bright splash of blood on the kitchen floor. Astonishing red. (All that brightness inside me?)”— Laura Kasischke, from “View from glass door,” Space, in Chains
(via lifeinpoetry)
gender is stored in the fucked up little half gloves
what the fuck more could you want
i feel so understood