this might dissuade those of you signing up for the clothing purge but it’s really calling to me.
my closet, if you are a size 8.5 shoe or a `12-14 in clothes and you aren’t allergic to cats, dm me your email, I will set up a private tumblr. priority is to ppl in NYC but I can send stuff out to ppl as well.
Let’s make a list of female filmmakers that’s 90% white and about 100% straight and pat ourselves on the back.
does anybody know a good place to get some st. john worts oil? or just a good place to get herb/tinctures/oils in general?
I have recently ordered from Starwest Botanicals (sudden moth infestation, so I made a lot of sachets of lavender and clove), they are really fast and good, but expensive.
Bobby Seale looking over bags of food being donated to the black community.
I read up on hearing voices last night and I feel a lot better about how I’ve been hearing voices. I also hear alarm bells, because I am the most literal crazy person alive. Also I never told my therapist about this but I just told the entire internet, holla.
"Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not…"
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.”
- Antilamentation, by Dorianne Laux (via theclotheshorse)
"I fell asleep and woke up and got a bottle of wine and took a shower while drinking wine and left…"
- Ellen Kennedy | Sometimes My Heart Pushes My Ribs (via elanormcinerney)
“I didn’t feel like feeling guilty”
“I looked blah now”
“She was a goody-good who did not seem to have any mental problem at all”
Shulamith Firestone | Airless Spaces
this could literally be my thought list from last night