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- Breaking Bad S05 E07 (Say My Name)

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BoJack Horseman ending scenes

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FAREWELL, BOJACK HORSEMAN ➤ Day 90 || Nice While It Lasted

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Grey Gardens, 1975

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Sayonara Evangelion

🌊Anime - Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time

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#GOOBYE EVANGELION 1995-2021

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“I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God.”

— Sylvia Plath, from Fever 103° in “The Collected Poems Of Sylvia Plath”

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“I am trapped, I’m stuck here on this bathroom floor and I don’t have much more hope or pride.”

Death of Marat, Jacques-Louis David / The Big Gloom, Have A Nice Life

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End of Evangelion theatrical poster (composition details)

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“As long as the Sun, the Moon and the Earth exist everything will be alright. After all, you’re alive….so you will always have opportunities for happiness.”

THE END OF EVANGELION (1997) dir. Hideaki Anno

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“Most of us don’t want to change. Really. I mean, why should we? What we do want is sort of modifications on the original model. We keep on being ourselves, but just hopefully better versions of ourselves. But what happens when an event occurs that is so catastrophic…that you just change? You change from the known person to an unknown person. So that when you look at yourself in the mirror…do you recognize the person that you were, but the person inside the skin is a different person?”

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: One More Time with Feeling

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''Transition is always a relief. Destination means death to me. If I could figure out a way to remain forever in transition, in the disconnected and unfamiliar, I could remain in a state of perpetual freedom.''

David Wojnarowicz

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“I am shouting my invisible words. I am getting so weary. I am growing tired. I am waving to you here. I am crawling around looking for the aperture of complete and final emptiness. I am vibrating in isolation among you. I am screaming but it comes out like pieces of clear ice. I am signaling that the volume of all this is too high. I am waving. I am waving my hands. I am disappearing. I am disappearing but not fast enough.”

— David Wojnarowicz

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DAVID WOJNAROWICZ: PRIDE MONTH REMEMBRANCE

hey, you! remember this picture? yeah, me too! it’s actually a pretty semi-famous work of art! neat, right. know who made it? probably not. well, i do, and in the spirit of pride month, i’m here to teach you about one of the most amazing gay photographers and artists to ever grace our world: david wojnarowicz.

david wojnarowicz was born in 1954 in new jersey, but lived most of his life in nyc. his mother and father split, then left him, leaving him bouncing between foster homes, homelessness, and abusive relationships until he graduated from the highschool of music and art.

around 1970, he became a quickly-rising star in the mixed-media community, being credited as a director, writer, photographer, videographer, painter, and general artist all at once in his later years, but starting as a simple gay artist who graffitied stencils of houses on fire on the side of buildings in the east village. goals, right?

later in life, he made a series of super-8 films, including heroin and beautiful people. he also began a photographic series known as arthur rimbaud in new york, on occasion depicting the famous poet in situations with a gay lover.

he became a critically acclaimed author of numerous successful books, almost all of which discussed his relationship to the troubled politics of the 1980s gay movement, in particular the AIDS crisis, and sometimes his troubled childhood.

on july 22, 1992, david wojnarowicz died in his home from AIDS, confirmed by his lover.

his critically acclaimed work, however, continues to serve as a rallying call for the lgbtpn youth of today, most notably his film a fire in my belly, a silent movie with shots about religion, poverty, and generally suffering.

in his memoir, close to the knives, he stated he wondered “what it would be like if, each time a lover, friend or stranger died of this disease, their friends, lovers or neighbors would take the dead body and drive with it in a car a hundred miles an hour to Washington DC and blast through the gates of the White House and come to a screeching halt before the entrance and dump their lifeless form on the front steps.

in 1996, david wojnarowicz’ ashes were scattered on the white house lawn, serving as a timeless reminder and memorial to one of the most influential photographers, artists, and writers of his time, and the system that failed him and thousands like him.

rest in power, david.