all we ever wanted was everything

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

guys i’m sooooo fucked on april 14th can’t wait to update how bad ☺️✌🏽

I CRIED TWICE AND HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS IN DAMAGE BUT IM ALIVE

update: it’s worse than i thought

Nach Nr. 46 Eine ploetzliche Dusche bei Shono Von 53 Stationen des Tokiado, 1844 von Utagawa Hiroshige Holzschnitt, 1844 Free Library of Philadelphia

I CARE NOT FOR HIS SANITY. I CARE FOR HIS HAPPINESS. I CARE FOR HIS SOUL. LET HIM BE MAD IF MAD IS WHAT HE NEEDS.

yall know what we need? more fantasy stories depicting dark skinned royals. like in the full get-up too. im talking big white wigs, huge gowns, carved manors, everything. i mean look

its just beautiful?? look at the potiental?? her frizzy afro white whig?? what irony, what a look. this is what we need

Alfre Woodard as The Queen of Brobdingnag in Gulliver’s Travels (1996).

This was years ago, and now for the past few years Bridgerton Has been feeding us what we asked for. BLACK ROYALS. Black ppl in time pd drama, in beautiful manors, elaborate wigs, extravagant Gowns, Lavish Balls

the way Shonda Rhimes LITERALLY manifested this for me

Alla Nazimova, born Marem-Ides (or Miriam Edez Adelaida) Leventon in Yalta to Jewish parents, was once the world’s highest paid actress. She was also credited as “The Founding Mother of Sapphic Hollywood” and even coined the term “sewing circles” to refer to secret society of lesbian and bisexual actresses. 

Her early life was marred by abuse from her father and fear from fleeing pogroms in her home country. But acting came as her escape, and it was a profitable one.

Nowadays, the pioneering actress is rarely remembered, but one brand still carries a perfume they made especially for her in 1914. Caswell-Massey’s “Marem” has top notes of red current and neroli, middle notes of eucalyptus and Crimean rose, and base notes of amber and cedarwood.

A bold fragrance for a bold woman.

The Studio Wall by Adolph von Menzel (1872)

I want her to overstimulate me till I’m in tears☹️

I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.

joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.

and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.

king creole (1958) // dir. michael curtiz

Episode title cards | BEEF (Netflix, 2023)

"A Meat Stall with the Holy Family Giving Alms" by Pieter Aertsen (Episode 1)

Artwork by David Choe (Episodes 2-10)

by sororitevintage

love & basketball | chapter 3

“No?” Vi echoed. As if it was a word she’d never heard before. She trailed after Caitlyn with her eyes, then her feet, as she left down the hall. “Seriously? No?”

“You know that word, right? Most dogs get it on their first try.”

Caitlyn shot her a look, spinning on her heel. She didn’t get how many insults it would take just to make her go away, but apparently that wasn’t the language Vi spoke.

All she did was grin at it, like she liked it.

The sons of Clovis II [deatail] - Evariste Luminais