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Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide and looking around. Black as a fisherman's boot, with a white belly. If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin, which was rough as a thousand sharpened nails. And you know what a smile means, don't you? * I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while. * It was evening, and no longer summer. Three small fish, I don't know what they were, huddled in the highest ripples as it came swimming in again, effortless, the whole body one gesture, one black sleeve that could fit easily around the bodies of three small fish. * Also I wanted to be able to love. And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly * the dogfish tore open the soft basins of water. * You don't want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don't want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it's the same old story - - - a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world. * And look! look! look! I think those little fish better wake up and dash themselves away from the hopeless future that is bulging toward them. * And probably, if they don't waste time looking for an easier world, they can do it.

– Dogfish, Mary Oliver

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Returning to Peach for a simpler more dramatic life let's swap diaries and pass notes I don't really know what people do on Peach right now. My handle on there is @disciple

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Madeleine dress by Fancì.club

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posters for the saw blood drives, 2004-2017

the saw blood drive began in 2004 as a marketing tool for the first film, but after receiving a significant amount of donations, the crew decided to continue the tradition of giving a pint of blood in exchange for a free ticket to see the new film. lionsgate partnered with the american red cross to help save an estimated 360,000 lives; as of the saw vi campaign in 2009, 120,000 pints of blood have been donated.

in 2017 with the release of jigsaw, the campaign decided to focus on the restrictive nature of blood donation rules for LGBT+ individuals and featured many LGBT+ models as the “saw nurses” of the new campaign. the jigsaw “all types welcome” blood drive encouraged fans of any gender or sexuality to donate blood and fought back against discriminatory practices by the FDA.

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Listening for the first time to Julian Casablancas and Jehnny Beth's cover of "Boy/Girl" I'm so content I am getting lulled to sleep like a little baby. What could match the perfect alignment of me listening to Julian Casablancas drawl "I'm a girl" into a mic and then getting to listen to Jehnny Beth whine "boy boy boy" at me googly eyes drooling emoji

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When will I learn it's also like. About accepting into my life what I want more of beyond simply denying what doesn't speak to me

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Vogue Italia, March 1995.

Ph. Helmut Newton

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I remember getting soooo so into this as an 18 year old nonbinary like somehow my sensibility totally mapped onto this man's who I literally have nothing to do with

For a lot of his songs he does that man thing that wins him points for intelligence where he goes "I don't know where my lyrics come from they come from my ass and mean nothing" but he is like so sexy and I had become so socially primed to tune into his eroticism that somehow his pointless words gain substance in the hands of an adoring audience

Really a perfect video of him

The problem here is that this totally shaped my lesbian sensibility so NOW I'm stuck being like "Fuuuck Julian Casablancas saying 'no no no' to a litany of things then Jesus falling into an audience is JUST like that tumblr post about female sainthood"

But actually because of my commitment to myself this is no longer a problem this is simply. My truth. And I'm not stuck I am simply coming into my whole reality...

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Chloe Atkins, Girls’ Night Out: Rosa and Eva, 1998

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last reblog................. anyway no okay bye for real now i have to go ask a man some questions about a cortado

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Might become a self accepting Strokes fan. I give everything that embarrasses me more power than I would like. Nothing wrong with a little Angles some Comedown Machine. And frankly. The Voidz shit primed my baby nonbinary tastes for dyke punk down the road better than anything I listened to growing up maaaybe third to Crystal Castles and Santigold. So it's to this man Julian Casablancas that I am grateful. And it's time I admit that.

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Vintage Maison Margiela “Alive With Pleasure!” Tank Top

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90s Vivienne Westwood

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