REAL LOVE BABY

Girlfriends

alison bechdel, fun home | 2.01

Half Light   - Keita Morimoto , 2017 .

Japanese , b. 1990 -

Oil on linen , 48 x 60 in.

There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

i said 'explain physics to me like youre in love with me' and after a while of quiet he went 'everything sings'. so i get it now

Eric Smith for Zaheersyn

You spend such a long time chasing each other in and out of villages and spitting and dodging fireballs, you get to be pretty good friends.

you ever listen to a song 47 times in a row and every time you’re like wow what a good song. I’m gonna play it again.

dale cooper did not actually go to fbi school at all he was just so nice and polite that the government gave him a badge and gun right away and sent him out into the world like that

Bruce Springsteen with his snoopy binder :3

"goddess" "matriarchy" "female wisdom" girl your civic rights

“But I didn’t and still don’t like making a cult of women’s knowledge, preening ourselves on knowing things men don’t know, women’s deep irrational wisdom, women’s instinctive knowledge of Nature, and so on. All that all too often merely reinforces the masculinist idea of women as primitive and inferior – women’s knowledge as elementary, primitive, always down below at the dark roots, while men get to cultivate and own the flowers and crops that come up into the light. But why should women keep talking baby talk while men get to grow up? Why should women feel blindly while men get to think?”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

does anyone understand

beach life in death save me !!

THE DAYS I DONT WANT TO KILL MYSELF ARE EXTRAORDINARY. DEEP BASS. ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE STREETS WAITING FOR THEIR HIGH FIVES AND LEAPING, I MEAN LEAPING, WHEN THEY SEE ME. I AM THE SUN-FILLED GOD OF LOVE. OR AT LEAST AN OPTIMISTIC UNDER-SECRETARY. THERE SHOULD BE A WORD FOR IT. THE DAYS YOU WAKE UP AND DO NOT WANT TO SLIT YOUR THROAT. MONEY IN THE BANK. ENOUGH FOR AN ICED GREEN TEA EVERY WEEKDAY AND SATURDAY AND SUNDAY! ITS LIKE BEING IN THE ARMPIT OF A HAMMOND B3 ORGAN. JUST REEKS OF GRATITUDE AND FUNK. THE FUNK OF AGES. I AM NOT GOING TO RUIN MY LOVE’S LIFE TODAY. IT’S LIKE THE TIME I SAID YES TO GRAY SNEAKERS BUT THEN THE SALESMAN SAID WAIT. AND THERE, OUT OF THE BACK ROOM, LIKE THE BAKERY’S FIRST BISCUITS: BRIGHT-BLUE KICKS. IRIDESCENT. LIKE A SCARAB! OH, WHO AM I KIDDING, IT WAS NOTHING LIKE A SCARAB. IT WAS LIKE BRIGHT. BLUE. FUCKING. SNEAKERS! I DID NOT WANT TO DIE THAT DAY. OH, MY GOD. WHY DON’T WE TALK ABOUT IT? HOW GOOD IT FEELS. AND IF YOU DON’T KNOW THEN YOU’RE LUCKY BUT ALSO YOU POOR THING. BRING THE BAND OUT ON THE STOOP. LET THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD HEAR. COME ON, EVERYBODY. SAY IT WITH ME NICE AND SLOW NO PILLS NO CLIFF NO BRAINS ONTHE FLOOR BRING THE BASS BACK NO ROPE NO HOSE NOT TODAY, SATAN. EVERY DAY I WAKE UP WITH MY GOOD FORTUNE AND NEWS OF MY DEMISE. DON’T KEEP IT FROM ME. WHY DON’T WE HAVE A NAME FOR IT? BRING THE BASS BACK. BRING THE BAND OUT ON THE STOOP. HALLELUJAH!

Julia Roberts as Vivian Ward

PRETTY WOMAN 1990, dir. Garry Marshall