"I certainly do care for you - less than you are always thinking, and much more than you are ever knowing."
- Gertrude Stein, Three Lives & Tender Buttons (via iamnomes)
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this is all i need to know love
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Ivan Albright, “Into the World Came a Soul Named Ida” , 1929-1930, Oil on Canvas
Not only is the congealed confident vanity peeled from my eyes
But as is my heart falling deeply shy.
And so my soft warm hair is whipped from my cold neck;
No friends know my name, chatting on the front deck.
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Just adult passerbys, small children from the school
Everyone’s head down fighting the wind so cruel.
Faces hidden deep, sour, in iced scarves and hoods
No people smile hello, as if anyone should.
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The music is rare and yet to be found,
Weak whistling windows sing the only melodic sound.
Even more scarce then warm drunkards in bars
Are my specs of celestial lights, the favorite stars.
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And still, sadness is yet to be felt,
No tears have fallen, and no complaints dealt.
Comfortably taking every moment as it passes
Aware of not knowing what love that lasts is.
Chicago
Winona Ryder in high school:
“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.
“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”
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