Les moments très beaux sont toujours mélancoliques. On sent qu’ils
sont fugitifs, on voudrait les fixer, on ne peut pas…
Quand j’étais trop heureux, je me disais : « Dans deux heures, ce sera fini. »
André Maurois. Climats.
Max Liebermann. 1901.
I don’t care to talk about or know anything regarding Madison Cawthorn unless it’s that he’s out of a job or going to jail. That’s it.
The amount of people who are shocked & just now discovering that Islam & Judaism allow abortion is mind blowing to me. Read a damn book.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
Just sitting here drinking a slurpee and crying in the cvs parking lot like a boss
“Stay angry, little Meg,” Mrs Whatsit whispered. “You will need all your anger now.”
A Wrinkle in Time
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but don’t relapse over this. Not for these motherfuckers. They aren’t worth it & you’re needed, maybe even more so right now than ever. If you need a reason to not do it, there it is.
Pretty much everything is heartbreaking all at once & I’m tired of pretending like it’s normal that we’re just expected to continue functioning, business as usual, like robots who haven’t spent the last few years ruminating in a variety of huge aches. It’s not fucking normal.
It feels bad. No matter how prepared you thought you were, it is breathtakingly bad.
Just your little reminder that abortion bans violate Jewish women and families' religious freedom.
And so we wake up and we drag ourselves to work surrounded by men who will ask us what’s wrong because they don’t even know or they’ve forgotten already or they agree.
Helluva night for celebrities to get dressed up like they're in the rich district of the Hunger Games.
Meanwhile, in the US, it’s almost impossible to find a doctor who will tie the tubes of a woman under 35 electively. Forced gestation though, not a problem.
They don’t care about women or babies, they care about the business model of people being born into debt.
Get a raven, they said, it’ll take your mind off Lenore, they said.
They were not entirely wrong. (ignore my dirty mirror/home, please.)
Coworker: “Why are you dressed like Morticia Addams on a Monday?”
Me: “Why are you not?”
Do whatever makes you happy. The days aren’t coming back.
A lot of people on this app are just adult bullies. And it’s so goddamn unnecessary.
The sky is painted in the shade of a lightly faded lilac bruise, about to rip itself wide & rupture like an over ripe wound & my body is ready.
[sees Kirk Cameron trending] his best friend was named Boner lol
No, I absolutely don’t have a folder on my phone of unbelievably talented, mindblowingly hot musicians holding their instruments on my phone. Mind your business.
To be clear, it’s the music first. Always, always, always. But like, respectfully…COME ON.
Trombone Shorty (once again) inadvertently threw me into ovulation this morning.
Stars. Or rather, the drains of heaven – waiting. Little holes. Little centuries opening just enough for us to slip through.
Does she want coffee or is she about to unhinge her jaw and consume your soul?
sometimes i trace the words with my fingers so i can feel them
In honor of the upcoming hot girl summer, I’m going to start breathing fire.
Nymph and Satyr (1920) -- Edward Francis McCartan (American; 1879 - 1947)
sucking on the bitter pill like it’s a sweet
They’re playing Steely Dan in this establishment as if they think I have anything to lose & won’t get up on this table & air hump the sky to “AAAAND YOU COULD HAVE A CHANGE OF HEART” on “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number” but someone’s gonna learn today.
The lord is not my shepherd - of course I want.
please never come into my DMs telling some shit someone’s said about me; it isn’t my business and I don’t fucking care
Your life is your story, edit often.
In a “change my outfit 5x & then go on an adventure” kind of mood.
Maéna Paillet - The Embrace