the figs will rot if you don’t eat them. the jasmine blooms for three weeks and then it’s over. your body at twenty-five will never come back, and neither will your body at forty-five. everything you’re saving for later spoils in the waiting. 1/6
The iconic transition to Technicolor in THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) was done entirely in-camera. The farmhouse interior was painted sepia, and Judy Garland’s stand-in wore sepia makeup and clothing so the moment Dorothy opened the door felt seamless.
sorry i passed out. it's only been one day for me but i swear i could feel my spine and hamstrings (also knees?) cranking and creaking as they opened up after 24 years of use unuse and abuse. i sobbed a little. here's the vid https://t.co/SCU47vm1qr
sometimes my gf will come to bed and i just instinctively know that she has some pronounced muscle tension. sometimes it’s her neck, other times between the shoulder blades, other times right below the ribs on her back.
i’m not sure how i know this. just something about the way she’s lying in my arms. the rigidness in certain movements. the angle at which she lies. i really don’t know. but at this point i get a VERY specific intuition about the location of the tension or knot. it’s to the point that i can almost feel it as if the knot is my own.
but the strangest part is that often when i inform her of this (usually by massaging said parts), she will express surprise. for she herself did not realize she had a knot there until i poked it. which means i’m “experiencing” the architecture of her body in ways that she does not have conscious access to via my internal model of her, which is in turn being updated based on input data that i do not have conscious access to.
love is weird.