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i’m printing this out and i’m putting it on the mirror so i can confront myself with it
the problem i run into men, without fail, is trying to talk to them like i talk to women and realizing that even the most conscious and progressive and evolved man just cannot reach me at the depth that women can. i want and expect that depth and complexity every time, but i need to let it go. i still enjoy talking to a handful of men, it’s not like it’s all horrible and boring—there’s fun and charm there. it’s just different.
My girl's 👑
jules vaughn from euphoria moodboard season 1 💖
YESSSSSJSJDKD
Stuntin’ Like My Daddyl EuphorialLos
Angeles,California|Season 1 episode 2 Air Date:June 23 2019
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Hunter Schafer as Jules Vaughn wears a Tropical Ron pink lingerie set
♡ I B E L I E V E I N M E ♡
♡ I M Y O U R D Y I N G B E A U T Y Q U E E N ♡
♡ E L E C T R A - C U T E M E ♡
♡ U S E L I E S T O R E V E A L T R U T H ♡
♡ S T A R O F Y O U R O W N M O V I E ♡
♡ T E E N I D L E ♡
♡ O D E T O C I N D Y ♡
♡ M I R R O R , M I R R O R , O N T H E W A L L , W H O’ S T H E F A K E S T O F T H E M A L L ? ♡
♡ F * C K L O V E U P & M A K E I T E V O L ♡
♡ T A K E A W A L K T H R O U G H T H E V A L L E Y I N T H E S H A D O W O F M E T H ♡
As part of her social media detox this girl on YouTube made herself do one hour of understimulating tasks every day and she just counted rice for 60 minutes straight because its no different from doomscrolling in terms of wasted time
i was such a weird lonely little girl and maybe i grew to be a weird lonely woman but idc i built this life for myself and maybe it doesn’t always make sense to others and maybe isn’t always easy or beautiful but it is mine and i cherish it
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Psychopathology Ward”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
healing happens in circles, not lines. you will return to old places with new eyes.
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jennifer willoughby, the sun is still a part of me
“ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.”
— Antigone, Jean Anouilh (trans Lewis Galantiere)
White Americans ... are terrified of sensuality and do not any longer understand it. The word “sensual” is not intended to bring to mind quivering dusky maidens or priapic black studs. I am referring to something much simpler and much less fanciful. To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread. ... Something very sinister happens to the people of a country when they begin to distrust their own reactions as deeply as they do here, and become as joyless as they have become. It is this individual uncertainty on the part of white American men and women, this inability to renew themselves at the fountain of their own lives, that makes the discussion, let alone elucidation, of any conundrum—that is, any reality—so supremely difficult. The person who distrusts himself has no touchstone for reality—for this touchstone can be only oneself. Such a person interposes between himself and reality nothing less than a labyrinth of attitudes. And these attitudes, furthermore, though the person is usually unaware of it (is unaware of so much!), are historical and public attitudes. They do not relate to the present any more than they relate to the person.
--James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time, 1963
cant stop thinking about this this was sooo crazyyyyy