We’re All Going To Die

a darkened auditorium with 264 silent people in the seats. on the stage, me, sitting on a stool, lit by a spotlight, the only light in the theatre. i hold up a photo of my cat, 10 people applaud, two or three hold up photocopies of the same photo, the rest do nothing, watching, waiting. 

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864-1901) standing beside his paintings.

We were told to play this in a minor key, once. It sounded like the slow, devastating murder of a room full of geese.

B, A, G

B, A, G

G, G, G, G

A, A, A, A

B, A, G

Laszlo Cravensworth and his fun day at the beach

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via larmoyante)

Some hostile alien: I could kill you if I wanted to, human.

Bones: Yeah? So could another human being.

Alien:

Bones: So could a dog.

Alien:

Bones: So could a dedicated duck.

Alien:

Bones: You aren't special.

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"We think you're in an unhealthy relationship with Blackbeard" CON O'NEILL as Izzy Hands in OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022-) Episode 2.01 Clip

just like enamored by this interaction i had yesterday and again today with this old gay man…not to be like ‘oh what a feeling to see someone who has survived’ but literally that & today we actually ended up chatting and he asked me “are you family?” which i didn’t catch at all until he gave me an extremely knowing look (chin tilt, raised eyebrow. and he really just had such a shine about him, too) and i just got flooded with this big stupid feeling thinking about how much he has seen and known…about many things but esp lgbt community as it exists offline and historically & how if i were to ask, and were somehow able to know, there are 1000 different lifetimes in his, i’m sure. his name is leonardo

How long has it been since we’ve waltzed?

                                                             Oh, Gomez… hours.