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90 degrees 🔥

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The kitchen from “Call Me By Your Name” is the realest embodiment of what I’ve always wanted out of a kitchen. Not because it’s large or light-filled, but because it’s constantly filled with signs of life.

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In 2010, one of my closest friends handed me a CD that he burned for me back when burning CDs was still a thing. "This guy's music is devastating. I think you'll dig it,” he said. It was Perfume Genius's first album Learning that he recorded in his mom's house in Everett, Washington. I tossed it in the front seat of my '00 Mazda and forgot about it until a few weeks later. I'd had a particularly bad fight with my then-boyfriend and purchased a pack of cigarettes with the intention of "going for a drive." I was 22, freshly graduated from university, and had nothing but time for dramatic gestures.

I put the CD in and drove off at twilight, meandering down the 202 just as the sky turned purple and the sun disappeared behind the trees of southern Pennsylvania. Even before I knew about the abuse and harassment Hadreas endured or about his struggle with addiction, I heard his words with a certainty that this guy had seen some shit. "No one will hear all your crying till you take your last breath." Though his first album is the most musically unsophisticated, the visceral rawness of Hadreas' lyrics hit you over the head. It’s composed of tiny fragmented details like a night you only remember in exquisitely flawed pieces; cassette tapes of Joy Division from a teacher, a pressed flower in a letter, a friend without a family. The album served as a shield for me. Listening to him self reflexively lay all of his trauma bare seemed - maybe the way it could only to a mentally ill early twenty-something - like an act of heroism.

No Shape is full of righteous intensity. As Jia Tolentino put it, "a slightly lurid type of happiness." It’s a contagious battle cry, a love letter, a melodious self actualization that both sparkles and creates a lump in my throat.

Though the material has changed, his resolve hasn’t. It’s hot to the touch, all brimming with possibility and warmth and quiet uncertainty. The same sad and gentle optimism that takes you in on Learning is now naked and unafraid on No Shape. It’s reassurance. The muffled, "It's okay" repeated at the end of Gay Angels, the acceptance of unabashed fragility, a hand pressing quickly on your shoulder.

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@50cm

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“But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. All my life long “

Blue is the Warmest Color (2013) dir. Abdellatif Kechiche

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mood

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We have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. We have all loved someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. It is an intrinsic human trait, and a deep responsibility, I think, to be an organ and a blade. But, learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. We make horrible mistakes. It’s how we learn. We breathe love. It’s how we learn. And it is inevitable.

Nayyirah Waheed  (via awelltraveledwoman)

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“stranger”

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Over the past two weeks, Thomas Prior photographed both on and off the courts at Arthur Ashe Stadium.

Click here for more of his stunningly graphic images from the U.S. Open.

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The National Ballet School, Havana, Cuba

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This woman.

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Tracey Emin forever.

Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995 - Tracey Emin 

Everyone I Have Ever Slept With was a tent appliquéd with 102 names of the people she had slept with up to the time of its creation in 1995. The title is often misinterpreted as a euphemism indicating sexual partners and the work termed “a list of all the people that Emin has ever had sex with”, but is in fact intended more inclusively:

“Some I’d had a shag with in bed or against a wall some I had just slept with, like my grandma. I used to lay in her bed and hold her hand. We used to listen to the radio together and nod off to sleep. You don’t do that with someone you don’t love and don’t care about.”

The names include family, friends, drinking partners, lovers and even two numbered foetuses. The name of former boyfriend, Billy Childish, could be seen prominently through the tent opening. The tent was square and coloured blue; its shape was reminiscent of the Margate Shell Grotto, with which Emin was very familiar from childhood; inside on the floor of the tent was the text, “With myself, always myself, never forgetting”

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