Keith Haring, Journals

It is okay, he has forgotten me anyway.

Speed paint commission of Tuteur for Vin.

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If there is one thing us girls like, it’s to run a bath with lots of indulgent products just to disassociate and stare at the ceiling for two hours smelling of roses….

Match & Mate wrapping paper, late 1960s.

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

when people ask how long you’ve been online

The Bathing Pool, c. 1753. Hubert Robert

As opposed to that quote about “the horrifying ordeal of being known,” do y’all ever feel so positively UNKNOWN and UNSEEN that it frightens you? Like there’s a self that you feel on the inside, and you believe to be “you,” but it seems like nobody else sees that version of you? And they’re interacting with someone that isn’t you but a projection of their experience of you? What’s more, perhaps nobody will ever know your true essence and you will die without ever being fully realized????? I’m only two beers in honestly

Vikki Dougan photographed by Nina Leen, 1952

Shout out to the people who kissed the Poe statue at the Poe museum