✩❖ a telephone wire and the railroad track
ZThemes

ain't no map

ain't no compass

There are songs to sing; there are feelings to feel; there are thoughts to think. That makes three things, and you can’t do three things at the same time. The singing is easy, syrup in my mouth, and the thinking comes with the tune, so that leaves only the feelings. Am I right or am I right? I can sing the singing. I can think the thinking. But you’re not going to catch me feeling the feeling. No, sir.

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Keahu being adorable in San Diego

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likeafieldmouse:

Richard Mosse - Nomads (2009)

"The monumental images in Nomads, taken with a large-format camera in the Iraqi desert, show cars so riddled with bullets that only their mangled shells are left. Both series are self-conscious about the limitations of reportage – the destroyed cars left abandoned on the field of battle don’t attempt to picture the war’s immediate drama, but they do evoke its human victims.

Mosse sees his work as operating between the two poles of contemporary art and photojournalism: ‘The documentary photographer has a terribly difficult life compared with the conceptual artist. But, like Prometheus and Loki, we’re both tied to the same rock.’”

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sincerelyrobink:

Call the Midwife + Text Posts pt. 1: The Nuns of Nonnatus House

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this place is just sand

it cannot love you back

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down-the-muddy-river:

Josh Hartnett talks pansexual ‘Penny Dreadful’-x

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jaclcfrost:

yeah my favorite character is in this episode. you have to watch very carefully [character comes on screen for less than thirty seconds] keep watching they’ve got another scene coming up near the end of the episode that’s like. forty-five seconds. maybe even fifty

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"Some women are lost in the fire,
Some women are built from it.”

— Michelle K., Some

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I am often lost in my own world, with a frown on my face.

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What turned you off of Hannibal? I feel the same way, ftr, it's just hard for me to articulate why.
+ Anonymous

howelljenkinspendragon:

gatheringbones:

it went wrong

it was no longer a show about standing up to horrifying insidious insinuating cancerous overwhelming darkness by being simple and bruised and barleyflour and good, it stopped being on the side of the victims, it stopped understanding the victims (it never really did) it was never a show that saint george agent starling could ever step in to champion and the show’s hannibal was never the dragon she could stamp to death with her silver hooves

it liked killing women, it liked disposing of nameless women, it forgot that no great magic can ever be performed by violating consent, it allowed hannibal to advance physically and threateningly on bedelia du maurier an action that hopkins hannibal would never ever stoop to, it killed beverly katz and never even allowed her to die spitting, it erased margot’s gender identity, it erased alanna’s backbone, and most of all it forgot that what the silence of the lambs was about was how the preening snide awfulness of terrible men will slide like water off of our hero’s feathers while they drag the victims out into the sunlight where they can be saved.

 there was an element of the show that i always loved early on, that spoke to me like very very few television shows or movies do, which is that burning whirling kamikaze feeling of you have hurt me very much you have hurt me nearly unto death i am raped and dirty and forgotten and devastated but i am golden and growing and i have a gun.

and then it lost it, or it never really had it in the first place. and it offended me.

 (hymnandher)

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