The man chose one and stood before the mirror looking at his hair. It spread like layer upon layer of wings from his head, more alive than the sealskin. It made him doubt that hair was in fact dead cells. Black people's hair, in any case, was definitely alive. Left alone and untended it was like foliage and from a distance it looked like nothing less than the crown of a deciduous tree.
Toni Morrison · Tar Baby (1981)
Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Luncheon of the Boating Party
“It is one of the most beautiful pieces that this insurrectionist art by Independent artists has produced.” - Wikipedia
Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post
life is about listening to good music and finding 2-3 people you can be your complete unhinged self with
