I Dreamt In Buffy Universe Last Night

Alberta Ferretti F/W 1993:

constellations (equuleus, pegasus, aquila, and gallina/cygnus)

miniatures from the astronomical-astrological codex for king wenceslaus iv. of bohemia, prague, shortly after 1400

source: Munich, BSB, Clm 826, fol. 41v, 41r, and 38r

every time willow hits rock bottom she invents a new mfking bottom

Sometimes she thought she was in love with him, waking up in the morning and looking blankly at the ceiling, remembering suddenly that she knew him, remembering suddenly his face shining with affection for her because of some gesture of affection on her part, before her sleepy emptiness had time to fill up with the realization of what time it was, what day, what she had to do, the soldier substance that made up one’s life. But the feeling bore no resemblance to what she had read about love. Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.

Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

Even as you’re holding me close, I feel a pain, sharp as needles, dragging at me. I feel the life running out of me, as though my blood were being drawn.

The Vampire Lovers (1970) dir. Roy Ward Baker

The Pleiades

thinking about how fucked up faith is, like when riley said i love you to her when she was in buffy’s body and she just starts yelling WHAT DO U WANT FROM HER, god she needs therapy so bad. anyways i think she is just so cool!

pins collected by dr. hilda a. hidalgo during her years of lesbian activism, c. 1970s.

Buffy Summers is my best friend. She is my wife. She is my sister. She is my daughter. She is my mother. She is the childhood friend I still think about. She is my first crush. She is the stranger I made eye contact with on the train for a little too long. She is the love of my life. She is me. Buffy Summers is everything.