Richard Avedon Poet W. H. Auden, St. Marks Place, New York City 1960
Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse’s flowers will not last; Nurses to the graves are gone, And the prams go rolling on.
Whispering neighbours, left and right, Pluck us from the real delight; And the active hands must freeze Lonely on the separate knees.
Dead in hundreds at the back Follow wooden in our track, Arms raised stiffly to reprove In false attitudes of love.
Starving through the leafless wood Trolls run scolding for their food; And the nightingale is dumb, And the angel will not come.
Cold, impossible, ahead Lifts the mountain’s lovely head Whose white waterfall could bless Travelers in their last distress.
– W. H. Auden, “Autumn Song” 1936
Female Trouble (John Waters, 1974)
Sharing the love after a bit of radio silence. ❤️
Every morning when I sit up in bed
Big mood.
The best part is how you can see he’s trying SO HARD not to laugh here
Tim Curry: I’m escaping to the ONE place that hasn’t been corrupted by capitalism! [shaky breaths while trying not to smile] sssPACE
Come after AOC at your own risk
Try not to worry about how you are perceived. If you are authentically you, the right energy at the right time comes.
Hommes by Tana Kaleya, 1974
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