It Was A Lonely And Cloudy Day, The Most Common Weather In Santiago, This Phot Was Taken In Providencia,

if i was an animal and i knew i was being observed and researched i would do something super fucked up. but only once. never again. ruin their lives. keep them guessing.

(x,x,x,x,x,x)

literally me

Me: *goes to the bjork concert*

Bjork: *lies face down dressed in a costume resembling platypus genetalia while making clicking noises for 2 hours*

Me:

More Rumours outtakes by photographer Herbert Worthington, 1977.

Chapels

Identified from the top:

Ribbon Chapel Hiroshi Nakamura & NAP Architects 

Capilla San Bernardo Nicolás Campodonico

Saint Joseph in the Woods Messner Architects

Reading Between the Lines Gijs Van Vaerenbergh

Chapel of the Intercession RdsBrothers

Capela Creu Nuno Valentim Arquitectura

Temporary chapel for the Deaconesses of St-Loup - Localarchitecture Danilo Mondada + LOCALARCHITECTURE

Nanjing Wanjing Garden Chapel AZL Architects

Seashore Chapel Vector Architects

Alpine Chapel Wirmboden Innauer-Matt Architects

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04/13/05

damn the photography in this one strikes me so much

Possession (1981)

Directed by Andrzej Zulawski Cinematography by Bruno Nuytten

“I can’t exist by myself because I’m afraid of myself, because I’m the maker of my own evil.”

I think an under-discussed component of "Twink Death" is that whatever allowance we are awarded to express femininity and androgyny is tied to youth. It can be charming in a "boyish" way, but it's a phase we're supposed to grow out of when we reach a certain age and revert to the generic category of men. Are many afraid to age because we live in a youth-obsessed culture and want to remain fuckable? Well yes, but I see a real fear that suddenly our gender expression will be seen as embarrassing or perverted. It's also of course fucked up that gender expression should be tied to body type to begin with!

Could go for some pleasures of the flesh right now tbh, shoutout to pleasures of the flesh