“She removes her wig, her eyelashes, her makeup, never breaking eye contact with the reflection of her natural self. It’s an intimate, powerful moment television doesn’t often show: A black woman removing all the elements white supremacy tells her she has to wear to be beautiful, successful, powerful. And let’s not forget that that wasn’t just Annalise taking it off: It was Davis, too—Davis, who remains brave in a world where a New York Times critic can get away with calling her ‘less classically beautiful.’” x
A Koala reflecting on his sins, his triumphs, and the inevitability of death.
People don’t come to see freaks of the heat of the day. They come in the evening. When the darkness moves in and speaks of mystery. The unknown. When logic loosen up its vice grip and the imagination comes out to play. The night allows the stars to shine and we come alive.
the question i’ve asked most often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. i suppose these questions storm cloud over every marriage: what are you thinking? how are you feeling? who are you? what have we done to each other?
w h a t w i l l w e d o ?
And now for something completely different
Once upon a time a friend gave me a potato for a birthday present