#old Polaroids

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Remembering my mother on the anniversary of her death :: [from my flickr files]

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The Small Birds

They ask us to understand our grief by simply leaping out, trusting the air which is far more complex than sorrow, to follow all we’ve ever done with a pure heart and change us completely, but never for long. Someday, you say, you’ll be glass in a window that looks across a landscape of wilderness and snow which will melt when you go out there and walk, because you love a good man or woman. But whom do you love, after all? For now, you open that window and lean out. For now you just watch things: vivid rugs on hardwood floors, closets full of clothes that would never fit you, where another person’s smell lingers for years. And then it vanishes. Michael Hettich

[broke-art-girl]

I recently got this Polaroid OneStep 600 camera at a yard sale. It works as far as I know. The old film pack was very dirty and sort of looked rusted a bit but I wiped it with a wet wipe and it came off... Idk...

The camera itself has a touch of the same yellowish brown "rust"?? on the inside twords the back on the side, I tried to get a photo but couldn't get a good angle with lighting where you could see it. Will this effect my photos??

Plz help Film is expensive 🥺

[deliquesblog]

reblog and let me know what i should do with an old polaroid of us kissing

(pov : he started dating 5 months after breaking up our year-long relationship without ever giving a solid reason)

guys i know i could just throw it away or burn it. but i’m looking for some ✨creativity ✨ from you!!

- believe me i WILL do it and maybe post the outcome 😳

[lughgrimm]

🍁🍁

[chalkrub]

svanhildr my beloved returns

[notholaenas]

ghost boys and polaroids (6/?)

[alexandraundone]

[cainternn]

smile! you're on camera :)

[theopiumeater]

Misc. Polaroid's of Grimes

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

ok my second semi coherent thought on the finale is that my brain is exploding over rick carrying a polaroid of morty in his wallet because it's adorable and also one of the most grandad ass things ever. if im remembering correctly it looked like a school picture. like morty got his yearbook picture taken and rick was like "yeah i want a copy of that" and paid real american dollars to the highschool (or maybe just stole one from beth and jerry who knows lol) to get a physical fucking photograph of his grandson to put in his wallet I AM GOING TO SOB

[odd-dolly]

Labyrinth girl ꩜

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[from my flickr files :: siblings portrait. The distortions of old damaged polarids]

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WORKING NOTES, KILLARNEY CLARY:

I love sentences and I believe that comes out of my obsession with conversations and my desire to understand them. I can’t help but remember what people have said to me and I find myself trying to figure out why they said what they did, without allowing myself to invent. When my prose poems are more internal they still seem to be based on a conversation-one I am having with myself–an exchange which is very tiring until one side, at least, is stated clearly. Why I am unable to express myself in the broken lines of poetry is something about which I can only theorize. I feel an urgency to make sense. It is the urgency (not the sensibleness) that demands prose. I may be too impatient for that unpunctuated pause at the end of a line.

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I believe in time as healer and destroyer, wind that will not rest, and I believe in stars and tides yet all I see is delayed. I imagine I was born though it feels like surrender and I know I will die but won’t leave anyone.

I was appointed certain tasks and goals when I reached certain ages. How easy it is for me to tie a shoelace and drive a car. Who tells me now?

I believe in promises – that we are obligated by a simple word that couldn’t be held back. I will be there if you need me, if you can reach me, if I can hear you.

I thought I should be alone until loneliness had no meaning, but knowing if I am right is an ugly luxury. May my heart be louder in the endless test I overlook for a sure sign. I fear my last excuse will be that I didn’t know what to do.

[from “Who Whispered Near Me” by Killarney Clary]

[Alive on All Channels]

[twixnmix]

Bette Davis photographed by Andy Warhol in New York City, 1973.

[dahypoems]

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[webdiggerxxx]

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[televangelist666]

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