American Vernacular, Jim Kemp, 1987.
Scanned by @jpegfantasy
Needing
Warm strong loving arms wrapped around me. I need soothing. I need soul living kisses. I need understanding. I need sleep and peace and I can’t find it anywhere.
Spend all day with new bar buds but still feel lonely in the end. The feeling has become so pervasive and I don’t know how to make it stop.
I don’t think I’m going to be at all famous. I don’t think I could handle it. I’d probably go mad, do you know what I mean? I would go mad.
Amy (2015) dir. Asif Kapadia
Poster for the International Jazz Festival in Dortmund, Germany (1976). Designed by Günther Kieser.
I shouldn’t feel lonely today but for some reason I do.
I spent Friday night with my friends at the bar, spent all of the next day with Pete, hung out last night with John. I’ve been by myself today (besides briefly seeing my roommate and her partner but we didn’t really hang out) but I also have been texting Pete a bunch and talked on the phone with Jack and my dad. The whole time my cat has been at my side. My friend Sarah texted me to see if I was going to the show at the Barn tonight. I could do that. My friend Melo is working the bar and I bet other collective members I know will be there…
But there is this deep unhappy feeling buried in my stomach and I don’t want to go to the show. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
memewhore
