jayarrarr:

“What do you want?” he asked.
And she replied, “I don’t know.”

Because she couldn’t decide between bricks of bartered and broken things. She wanted to dance barefoot in moonlight and feel the blades of grass cut and tickle her naked soles like velvet-lined stares.

She wanted…

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me…

What a long, strange trip it’s been.

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Further performed this last night at The Beacon Theatre in New York City. I wish I could have seen the Dead when Jerry Garcia was still alive, but Phil Lesh and Bob Weir can still jam. Incredible at their age.

jeanjeanie61:

Jean Dessès Gown - 1950

L’Art Et La Mode No.2740

I want to get married in a dress like this.

ecantwell:

“I wanted to avoid learning anything useful.” —Patricia Highsmith

so I began to spend my days
running beside the lake
with the geese. I stopped counting, I started
singing songs I made up on the spot. When my
father begged me to at least figure out
how to use TurboTax, I scoffed. I
gave away…

timelightbox:

Fantasy No. 1,2004. Jen Davis

Jen Davis looks to self-portraiture as a way to deal with her insecurities about her body image. See the stunning work accompanied with an essay by Hannah Frieser here on Flak Photo.

“Davis still uses the camera as a tool to help her understand the world around her. A decade into this project, she finds that her body is changing. As in the past, she continues to photograph through every new circumstance and allows the camera to make sense of it all.

What a great idea… I’m definitely planning on participating in Sketchbook Project 2013. Sign up begins April 18.

jayarrarr:

Alone I feel (mosttimes) light and real and mostly-muchly me. With you (most of you) I feel stilted and subsumed, yet with these I felt strong. They are a weight I can bear; a feel my heart can carry without being dragged under by a random rip. Our souls sing to solace in the same tune, and this…

rachelfershleiser:

slaughterhouse90210:

“She could not explain or quite understand that it wasn’t altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she couldn’t shop like that or dress like that. It was because that was what girls were supposed to be like. That was what men - people, everybody - thought they should be like. Beautiful, treasured, spoiled, selfish, pea-brained.”
― Alice Munro, Runaway

Mmmhmm.

When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this
When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this

When you don’t need to worry there’ll be days like this
When no one’s in a hurry there’ll be days like this
When you don’t get betrayed by that old Judas kiss
Oh my mama told me there’ll be days like this

When you don’t need an answer there’ll be days like this
When you don’t meet a chancer there’ll be days like this
When all the parts of the puzzle start to look like they fit
Then I must remember there’ll be days like this

When everyone is up front and they’re not playing tricks
When you don’t have no freeloaders out to get their kicks
When it’s nobody’s business the way that you wanna live
I just have to remember there’ll be days like this

When no one steps on my dreams there’ll be days like this
When people understand what I mean there’ll be days like this
When you ring out the changes of how everything is
Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this