The American Women’s Voluntary Services began operations on January 4, 1942 at Sixth Avenue and 42nd Street. They ran a mobile kitchen serving hot drinks, doughnuts, and sandwiches to all men in uniform. This being the '40s, cigarettes were handed out, too. Some of the first “customers” are shown taking advantage of the free service.
it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
[the tags in PL read: #i don't know what i will do if stańczyk loses #it's very timeless and that's what i love about it #the nobles partying while the country is tumbling down #what more could you wish for]
i don’t get how people aren’t understanding that harry was literally groomed as a child infront of the whole world to see. he was literally 17 dating a 32 year old woman. also he’s still not turned the age she was when grooming him. he also had hundreds of articles written about him daily with no adults around him saying a word either and then his dating rep being defined as he ‘likes older women’ for the next 13 years is actually fucking insane. also him tweeting this before his 18th bday defending a whole adult is so. crazy.
Thank goodness for painting this, because boy do I need healing after seeing that photoshoot.
I admit, I've been actually feeling unwell from all the emotions from seeing those photos of Jan and Nace, on Day 2 since the drop, I actually cried in the middle of the night because memories of some of my best friends started flooding into my head. Hopefully painting this will help provide some sort of support to those memories I guess???
I want to dedicate this piece to anyone and their best friend,
or to anyone still searching for that friend or soulmate,
whether you found one or not,
may you be able to have a friendship as beautiful as Jan Peteh and Nace Jordan.
January 4, 1950 was an unusually mild day. These four women—Marilyn Wichlenski, Ruth Meserole, Terry Darcy, and Marian Krish—enjoyed the weather in Cadman Plaza in downtown Brooklyn and read the papers. One is the Brooklyn Eagle.
Photo: Brooklyn Daily Eagle via the Brooklyn Public Library
Btw I'm like absolutely in love with Joker Out subs filming that interview in 4K there was absolutely no reason for it but every need because they knew we wanted the best quality footage of those mfs
HAPPY BELATED TOADIE KIRABOSS ANNIVERSARYYYY‼️‼️ pfft it was yesterday but time lost me ( honest, we were walkin togethert then BAM time.. gone)
its been a slower year but ta thonk think its been like 4-5? amaztasicccc dawg. i hope this yea i can make yall happy w more kiraboss as this ship has made MEE HAPPY YAYYY