A girl and her lamb. The Gulf War - Kuwait. 1991. Photographer unknown.
literally forever thinking about morrissey "we're both bisexual. real hip, huh? i hate sex"
Ahhhh i needed to hear this
by James Tadd Adcox
Picture the ocean. No. Picture the entire thing, all at once. You are not doing it. It’s okay. One day something terrible will happen, and I will not be prepared.
NATASHA LYONNE Slums of Beverly Hills (1998) dir. Tamara Jenkins
Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water
it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.
i don’t like when people just say “get therapy” as if it’s just as easy as googling “therapist near me” and then you walk in and the therapist makes you magically better. like i agree more people should get therapy but also i’ve been in therapy for ten years and it’s hard fucking work, not to mention that some therapists actually suck
i love truck stops in winter bc i love a little good old fashioned reconnaissance. i’m at a wyoming truck stop eating taco bell with a bunch of random truckers discussing road conditions like we’re in a high fantasy tavern & inn and we’re warning each other about monsters and highway men. everyone talking about where we’re coming from and going to and how bad it’ll be getting there.
THE tallest man i’ve ever seen in real life just stopped me in the hallway by the coin operated laundry apropos of nothing and asked “which direction are you going?” i said east and he said “good” and walked away.
i caught up with him and asked why and he said “west’s no good right now. i just came from there.”
apparently a truck jackknifed and has traffic backed up ten miles but he sounded for all the world like he just found his village raised to the ground by an evil mage’s army
the hunger I experience now that I have stopped starving myself is unmatched by any hunger I’ve felt, apart from perhaps when I was in my infancy. now that my body is learning to expect meals and snacks, nutrient-rich fuel at regular intervals throughout the day, it calls out so loudly to me, stopping me in the middle of my day, demanding sweet and salt and fat. braised chicken, bread with real butter, a whole banana, cookies, hard boiled eggs, chocolate cake, tinned fish, full fat yogurt with good olive oil. when I was starving, I never felt hungry like this — my body didn’t make a fuss, she didn’t complain. over the long periods of sustained starvation, of calling out to deaf ears, she had learned to stop reminding me, and to be grateful for what she got. now that I am eating normal, adult-sized portions on a daily basis, my body cries out and sings for more, knowing I’ve finally started listening again, and refusing to go without. I’m attentive. I stop what I’m doing to reassure her, and I have another cookie. I polish off the clamshell carton of fat, ripe strawberries, warm basmati rice with sesame seeds, roasted chicken thighs, quite literally anything and everything that I want. I’m more alert and awake lately — suddenly, I’ve gained hours in my day, suddenly there is room in my mind for creative thought, for art, contemplation, joy, introspection, everything in life that I didn’t know I was opting out of by simply not being fed and fueled enough to even consider engaging in. disordered eating is a sedative to the mind, body, and soul. I’m awake and I’m hungry and I’m eating everything
BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER (1999) dir. Jamie Babbit
fundamentaly embarrassing to show reference pictures to the hairdresser. Like yeah. Hey. Here's a picture of a guy who looks cool. One day I would liketo look cool as well. Can you try to make me look cool. With these paltry ingredients Can you try your very best to alchemize a guy who looks cool right now. In 30 minutes, can you make me into a person. Hey, for twenty five dollars, can you fuck my shit up forever? Could you give me a haircut. Is that too much to ask. Could you cut my hairs
does anyone know how to make a desicion
I think movies need more sex and i also think that actors need to be uglier and less in shape
sex is a sacred act between two women
Girls had to put up with a million “teenage girls cut themselves for attention” jokes only for men to turn around and say people care about our emotions lol okay
source: That's Ms. Bulldyke to You, Charlie! by Jane Caminos
kd lang kisses Leisha Hailey, c. 1990s.
Hi this is jigsaw. last week in starbucks you did a gross fucking burp that put me off my panini. In front of you is a panini press. You will notice also, that your dick is out,