braucher:

Buzzfeed listicle: Top 6 Times I Should Have Hospitalized Myself But Didn’t

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nyeto:
“nan goldin in whitney museum of american art
22 january 2017
instagram: sycther
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nyeto:

nan goldin in whitney museum of american art
22 january 2017

instagram: sycther

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Does Recovery Kill Great Writing?

dorothea-rising:

“While I was studying at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, I spent my nights at the writers’ bars on Market Street, and I spent my days reading the other writers who had gotten drunk in that town before I’d gotten drunk there: John Berryman, Raymond Carver, Denis Johnson. The myths of their drinking ran like subterranean rivers underneath all the drinking I was doing. Their drinking seemed like proof of their proximity to the terror and profundity of psychic darkness. As Patricia Highsmith argued, drinking allowed the artist to “see the truth, the simplicity and the primitive emotions once more.” Jack London wrote about the “imaginative” drunk for whom the “white light of alcohol” granted access to bleak truths about the human conditions — what he called “the pitiless, spectral syllogisms of the white logic.” Booze was illumination and consolation. It helped you see, and then it helped you survive the sight.

Denis Johnson’s short-story collection “Jesus’ Son” was our bible of beauty and damage, a hallucinated vision of how and where we lived. Half the book took place in Iowa City bars; its stories were full of farmhouse parties and hungover mornings. There was a dilapidated old house where people smoked pharmaceutical opium and said things like: “McInnes isn’t feeling too good today. I just shot him.” Johnson’s protagonist looked at the giant screen of a drive-in theater in the cornfields and saw a sacred vision: “The sky was torn away and the angels were descending out of a brilliant blue summer, their huge faces streaked with light and full of pity.” He had mistaken the ordinary Iowa around us for something sacred, and drugs and booze had helped him do it. One of Johnson’s poems described being “just a poor mortal human having stumbled onto/the glen where the failed gods are drinking.” That’s what it felt like to drink in Iowa. This sense of affinity had been passed down like a half-glorious, half-absurd inheritance.

But if mythic intoxication was an inheritance, who had the right to claim it? It seemed like a family tree composed almost entirely of men. Women rarely got to strike the same roguish silhouettes. “When a woman drinks it’s as if an animal were drinking, or a child,” Marguerite Duras wrote. A woman’s drinking is often understood less as the necessary antidote to her own staggering wisdom and more as self-indulgence or melodrama, hysteria, an unpardonable affliction.”

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99runway:

SZA for The New York Times photographed by Ryan McGinley

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thereshegoghs:

The Chanel, the Dior, and the Prada…

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creamysmoooth:

Whenever I drink coffee I love being alive

platovevo:

woman culture really is feeling like you’re you and also the you watching you

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reginalemco:

“we lay in the dark, breathing together, the deepest intimacy.”

— Louise Glück, excerpt of Faithful and Virtuous Night

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ethicallyambiguous:

You know that picture of Justin Bieber where someone is thirsting after him and a person replies “you can find three dudes who look exactly like this at any gas station” that’s how I feel whenever any of you post about Timothée Chalamet except replace gas station with 100-level philosophy course

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thesaddestchorusgirlintheworld:
“Lucie Brock-Broido, The Pianist
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thesaddestchorusgirlintheworld:

Lucie Brock-Broido, The Pianist

middleamerica:
““Untitled (Ianna and Doom), 1983, Sally Mann
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middleamerica:

Untitled (Ianna and Doom), 1983, Sally Mann

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scariest movie scenes

itchycoil:

itchycoil:

itchycoil:

itchycoil:

1. every appearance of a ghost in pulse 

2. the hallway scene in inland empire 

3. the deleted fire walk with me scene where bob enters Laura through the fan 

4. the end of the vanishing 

5. the entire end scene in [rec] where they have no lights 

6. when crossley does the shout in the shout 

7. when Beatrice Dalle is having sex with the man in trouble every day and his moans turn into screams 

8. the crow pecking on Katherine’s breast in the witch

9. the tall man behind the door in it follows 

10. the spider head from the thing 

11. the nanny’s suicide from the omen 

12. dinner in Texas chainsaw massacre 

13. the disappearance in picnic at hanging rock (9:38)

14. when pipes possesses Michael Parkinson at the end of ghostwatch 

BEST JUMP SCARE: 

Exorcist III

PART TWO:

16. Zelda from pet sematary EVERY TIME 

17. dinner scene from in my skin

18. man popping like a balloon in under the skin

19. dog man from invasion of the body snatchers

20. subway scene from pi 

21. “James?” from the strangers

22. typewriter from les diaboliques

23. “as a matter of fact, I’m there right now” lost highway

24. gurney ride in Jacobs ladder 

25. end of Blair witch project

26. subway scene from American werewolf in london

27. suicide from cache

28. woman across the lake in the innocents

29. SUBWAY SCENE FROM POSSESSION 

30. man in the elevator the eye

31. lawnmower from sinister

32. man behind winkies Mulholland drive

ok I’m done add your own if you want! happy halloween 

33. the bear scene from annihilation 

dawngrl:

it’s a cold and it’s a broken hollaback girl 

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habitantes-oazj:
“PH - Francesca Woodman - Untitled, New York, 1979-1980
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habitantes-oazj:

PH - Francesca Woodman - Untitled, New York, 1979-1980 

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