This kitchen! Beautiful first day on the set with @targetstyle.


The Art Deco brilliance of tram number 717, Blackpool. 

(Source: marxist-gallifreyan)

“Lovers must not, like usurers, live for themselves alone. They must finally turn from their gaze at one another back toward the community. If they had only themselves to consider, lovers would not need to marry, but they must think of others and of other things. They say their vows to the community as much as to one another, and the community gathers around them to hear and to wish them well, on their behalf and its own. It gathers around them because it understands how necessary, how joyful, and how fearful this joining is. These lovers, pledging themselves to one another “until death,” are giving themselves away, and they are joined by this as no law or contract could join them. Lovers, then, “die” into their union with one another as a soul “dies” into its union with God. And so here, at the very heart of community life, we find not something to sell as in the public market but this momentous giving. If the community cannot protect this giving, it can protect nothing — and our time is proving that this is so.”

- Wendell Berry, “Sex, Economy, Freedom, and Community” (via ayjay)

“Love, Maybe” by Audre Lorde
“Love, Maybe” by Audre Lorde

(Source: loveyoulikesalt)


Looks like a scan. If you know what it’s from, let me know.

“And I know Fuck is a bad word, but it sounds so good.
Good, like flipping off the preacher
whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher,
‘cause apples are fucking healthy you patriarchal piece of shit.”

- Andrea Gibson (via czarinna)

(Source: everyjoyitbrings)

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