i’m really sorry for being so insane online. i really thought i grew past this. but lol.
Michael Armitage, Kampala Suburb, oil on Lubugo bark cloth, 2014
i have literally been crying for about 4 hours non stop cool ✌🏻
still so used to eagerly grabbing my phone for every notification. some part of me still expects it to be him.
i have literally been crying for about 4 hours non stop cool ✌🏻
![[JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE] by frank o’hara July is over and there’s very little trace of it, though the Bastille fell on its face— and August’s gotten orange, it will drop on the edge of the world like a worm-eaten sun. The trees are taking off their leaves. So the purity of the streets is coming, low, in white waves. In the summer I got good and sunburnt, winter, so I wouldn’t miss the wet brunt. of your storms. Then it was sand from the surf in my bathing trunks; now snow fills up my scarf.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9b7c4c5cf93cacebea22d4ad3b8869f0/1b2be3475d8c4d5a-61/s500x750/e3bb11df27a46e6defe229784ce1773758b9e952.jpg)
I cried the first time I read this at the MoMA.
In two years you will have a PhD, and live wherever you want to live. You will be accomplished, do things you love, surrounded by people you love. You're going to enjoy the city, have close friends that will make you laugh and feel like life is worth living, and everything will be fine. ❤️🩹
anon - thank you ❤️🩹❤️🩹
i really needed to read this. i keep trying to tell myself everything will be okay again. that i will be happy and have other lovers. i just want to not be temporary in people’s lives. i want a life - full, unending, something with roots and love and relation and care and desire and joy.
“Once the experience of evil has been endured it is never forgotten. Someone who has seen a house collapse knows only too clearly what frail things little vases of flowers and pictures and white walls are. He knows only too well what a house is made of. A house is made of bricks and mortar and can collapse. A house is not particularly solid. It can collapse from one moment to the next. Behind the peaceful little vases of flowers, behind the teapots and carpets and waxed floors there is the other true face of a house—the hideous face of a house that has been reduced to rubble. We shall not get over this war. It is useless to try. We shall never be people who go peacefully about their business, who think and study and manage their lives quietly. Something has happened to our houses. Something has happened to us. We shall never be at peace again.We have seen reality’s darkest face, and it no longer horrifies us. And there are still those who complain that writers use bitter, violent language, that they write about cruel, distressing things, that they present reality in the worst possible light.”
— Natalia Ginzburg, The Little Virtues (trans. Dick Davis)
‘Soul Train’ dancers during a fashion shoot for ‘Right On!’ magazine outside Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles, California, December 1974.