The packing party begins…

THE POOL PLAYERS.

SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

 

We real cool. We

Left school. We

Lurk late. We

Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We

Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We

Die soon. 

Best friends for life.

Best friends for life.

I’ve always kept and collected things, and I’ve always been interested in the idea of diaries. I must have 10 different personal diaries: I keep a dream diary, I keep a yoga diary, I keep diaries on people that I’ve met and things that they’ve said to me, advice that they’ve given me. I keep an acting journal. I keep collage books. They’ve given me a place where I can try to figure myself out, because those kinds of ideas feel too personal to put out into the public or even discuss with anyone else. It allows me to get things out of my head and work them out in a way that feels safe, which is really helpful. I can kind of play around with things.”

She likes the free fresh wind in her hair, life without care, she’s broke and it’s oke…

Feeling the urge to bust out my fave clip of all time.

"‘What is my life but preference for the ginger biscuit?’"

Samuel Beckett

"Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when we as individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it."

Joyce Carol Oates

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. *tears*

"Flappers…the social butterfly type…the frivolous, scantily-clad, jazzing flapper, irresponsible and undisciplined, to whom a dance, a new hat, or a man with a car, were of more importance than the fate of nations."

-Dr. R. Murray-Leslie, “Too Many Women”