Hand Illustrations By Rim Bitik

“Sometimes, even with a film I really love, I cannot tell the story precisely. Sometimes I cannot even tell what happened chronologically. But I’ll have flashes of some things. Sometimes it looks almost like a still. What I know, what I can remember is the emotion I felt. I know I loved a film because I remember feeling good in the film or feeling odd when I came out, either in tears or touched or mad.”

— Agnès Varda, from an interview with Melissa Anderson, 2001 (via filmografie)

God’s Year by Piotr Stachiewicz (Polish, 1858–1938)

➵ 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 *𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒* 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹... ❤️

IG: iridessence | Photo, lingerie embellishment, no-heat hair, makeup and set par moi.

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present. 

Worth gowns, ca. 1900

Audrey Mok

*forgives myself for the moments I've acted outside my values due to fear and uncertainty*

the annoying thing about adhd is that like, most of the symptoms you can’t even argue are “evolutionary flaws” or “chemical imbalances.” literally it’s just that it’s not good for lining somebody else’s pockets. being “distractible” helps people notice predators or juicy berries out of the corners of their eyes. hyperfocusing on a task until it’s done is literally exactly in line with what an alleged persistence predator would need to do to actually follow through on hunting other animals. there’s so many little things that are obviously beneficial to have outside of a fucking factory assembly line

Worth gowns, ca. 1900

of course the first ever sin was a woman eating