in a way it’s kind of cool to know that the nerves, the rage and sadness don’t go anywhere just because ur in paradise
Goodnight to my wife fuck the rest of y’all
“Stop shrinking yourself to fit places you’ve outgrown”
— Furaha Joyce
we’re having a real August Osage County moment here folks. Except it’d be called Barrio del Centro and instead of addiction and incest, it’s manchausen and a general multigenerational misunderstanding of love most likely instigated by the friction of indigenous and colonizer beliefs attempting to exist at once… mommy issues nonetheless
Ramona Singer consistently freaking about the overt codependence of the women around her is my eternal mood
“My angel. Flung out of space.”
Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes
medranochav 