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Black Panthers dir. Agnès Varda (1968)

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Anjelica Huston 

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Went to a party full of celebs and I was the poorest person there. But I'm almost certain one of the very few with an actual soul. And then I felt so depressed the next day because being around them sucked out some of my soul.

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Brixton, London.

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His soul might be a sun. I’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.

Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun (via fizzyvater)

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Juliette Binoche in Elles (2011)

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for anyone who didn’t already know, this is what the systematic hatred of lesbians looks like

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A great new year hanging at a BJM house sipping champagne and smoking weed and having my first New Years kiss with the love of my life. Good times. Good year.

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To a new year

After a falling out with a brief but powerful relationship, I had spent the summer of 2014 and 2015 year in a cloud of pessimistic heartbreak and self-loath with the belief that I wouldn't ever have the strength to love again. Crawling around the year trying to piece myself together and hating myself, I began to accept the fact that maybe love just wasn't for me. Maybe I didn't deserve love, maybe I didn't deserve anything good in life and I didn't want to fall in love ever again. Love hurt too much. Love was horrible. Love, to me, was for fools and masochists. Slowly through my year with the help of my kind mother and family in New Mexico, I regained some strength and put some order into my life; got a job, began creating art obsessively and despite my regain of strength, I still couldn't quite bring myself to believing that love was a possibility for me. Then one day like a spot of light in the night, I stumbled upon a sweet-faced lad by the name of Ardy Carlson through mutual friends who was in town from Los Angeles working on the AMC Preacher pilot and soon we had a date set up in Albuquerque, NM. Little to my knowledge, the show had wrapped and Ardy was supposed to be leaving the day we met and had a free ride back to LA but he stayed and missed it to take a chance on meeting me. On our first date he made me laugh more than anyone I had ever met and did funny tricks with his hair. After our first night, he gifted me with a little rose bolo tie and like a sweet little boy, he showed me all the little trinkets he'd find on the ground and put in his pockets for sentiment. He was polite and beautiful and charmed me with his dreams and jokes. We continued to see each other and after only two weeks of knowing Ardy, I threw every barrier I'd built up around myself from preventing heartbreak and told Ardy I loved him. I couldn't help it. It ached to keep it inside within those two weeks of knowing him and I was relieved when he expressed to me that he had felt the same. He was so sweet and loving and had the most beautiful soul of anyone I'd ever met. He quickly became my most favorite person in the whole wide world and we could talk and talk for hours about anything and he was always gifting me with flowers. A month had gone by and it was time for Ardy to go back to LA so he drove back and I followed him shortly by way of the amtrak train for a weekend visit. I arrived at Union Station and there he was standing at the train terminal with a single peony flower and the moment was so perfect I could almost hear Nico's "These Days" playing to the smiles on our faces and love in our eyes. To make a long story short, I fell madly in love with Ardy B. Carlson in the summer of 2015. I went to LA for a weekend visit and never left. On November 27th Ardy asked me to marry him while we were visiting in New Mexico for Thanksgiving at the same exact spot we said, "I love you", and with tears in my eyes like a cheeseball, I gathered the words of "yes, I'll marry you." In 2015, I fell in love, I got a good start at my art endeavors at Art Center, had my first gallery show, and most importantly of 2015: I starting loving myself again. Love found me. I found love. I found happiness. I found my soulmate, Ardy Carlson. Thank you, 2015. You have been very kind to me and I am forever grateful for my most favorite year. And to those that are mending from sadness: The sun rises at the most darkest point of the night. I believe in you. Keep going. Never stop. Great things are awaiting you. Even if you don't think you deserve it, you do. Everyone deserves happiness.

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National Geographic, October 1977

Arizona’s Suburbs of the Sun

Drifting along with the tumbleweed, Texan Ray Averi, with his dog, Buddy, hopes for a job at the end of a lonely road. In a tight employment market, many have turned back or passed on through desert Arizona. Still others may have been eager to take a step down in salary to take a step up in living, with sun and climate as fringe benefits.

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Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.

Osho (via onlinecounsellingcollege)