It was the Myth of Fingerprints

  • 12th
  • August
  • 2014
npgwoolf:

"This apartment is the first space I’ve been able to decorate to my delight, change at my whimsy, pay for on my own, and, by extension, truly call my own; I’ve loved Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own since I was sixteen, but I cannot say I truly understood the value of a space that is singularly mine until I moved away for college. Curling up in my reading nook, I find myself not only in a room of my own but surrounded solely by thoughts of my own. Books may be picked up or put down at leisure, my desk and its responsibilities are just out of reach, and somehow, in this one corner of my room, there is no cell service. Thus, I am completely free.”
(shared by Samantha Levinson)

npgwoolf:

"This apartment is the first space I’ve been able to decorate to my delight, change at my whimsy, pay for on my own, and, by extension, truly call my own; I’ve loved Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own since I was sixteen, but I cannot say I truly understood the value of a space that is singularly mine until I moved away for college. Curling up in my reading nook, I find myself not only in a room of my own but surrounded solely by thoughts of my own. Books may be picked up or put down at leisure, my desk and its responsibilities are just out of reach, and somehow, in this one corner of my room, there is no cell service. Thus, I am completely free.”

(shared by Samantha Levinson)

  • 31st
  • July
  • 2014
If I were to create a rating system, I wouldn’t even put murder right at the top of the chief offenses. I would put rape right at the top, and assault against women. Because it’s so insanely overused and insulting how much it’s overused in movies as a plot device, a woman in peril. That, to me, is offensive, yet that shit skates.
Kevin Smith (director) on the ridiculousness of movies about sex receiving NC-17 ratings while extremely violent movies get by with R ratings. (via kevinnj)

(via chronically-sardonic)

  • 24th
  • July
  • 2014

Reliving, Reflections, Reminders

I follow my Devil,
Though he’s finally forgotten me
I know my Devil,
Black and white silhouette
Patterned against months’ memory.
My Devil lives in Brooklyn,
New Amsterdam’s contribution
To a broken heart again re-fused
Broken line divides nostalgia
Nightmare, my Devil bridges the gap
He works for a company
Its slogan posed between fantasy and farce
A new fangled business, he works in imaginary things
Nothing you can hold or throw or hate
I know my Devil better than he knows me
Or who I am most currently
He won’t see a bit of him in me
Though I see my life plastered all over he
Who took from me without a glance
Backwards, forwards, or somewhere in between
I follow my Devil one day every while
To remind myself that I am finally free

  • 18th
  • July
  • 2014
This, too, is how disciplinary power works, by colonizing us from within, so we become the willing inhabitants of the worlds specified by our preferred narratives
Foucault, 1980
  • 12th
  • July
  • 2014
So I ask the American commentators, please stop announcing that Landon Donovan is the “all-time U.S. leading goal scorer.” He is not. With 57 international goals, he’s not even in the Top Five.

The all-time U.S. leading goal scorer is Abby Wambach, with 167 goals, followed by Mia Hamm (158), Kristine Lilly (130), Michelle Akers (105) and Tiffeny Milbrett (100). In fact, Abby Wambach is the all-time leading goal scorer in the world, among all soccer players, male or female.
World Cup Soccer Stats Erase The Sport’s Most Dominant Players: Women (via anaisforthewin)

(Source: thewhatup, via r-colored)

  • 17th
  • April
  • 2014
In a real sense, all life is interrelated.
The agony of the poor impoverishes the rich;
the betterment of the poor enriches the rich.
We are inevitably our brother’s keeper because
we are our brother’s brother.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
  • 28th
  • March
  • 2014
« L’idée de Frontière, on le voit, ne connaît pas de frontières. »
Le Western: approches, mythologies, auteurs - actuers, filmographies
  • 25th
  • March
  • 2014
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.
Lemony Snicket (via psych-facts)

(via farmerjoe)

  • 24th
  • March
  • 2014
The pretty version of what happens when farmerjoe and I sing.

thebigblackwolfe:

thebigblackwolfe:

ru-debega:

Why does everyone post the boring version with lil choirboys when THIS exists

I’M DYING Y’ALL

ADSFGDF STILL DYING

(via quitequiteblue)

  • 12th
  • March
  • 2014
Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says. ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to hear your voice in my ear. But that’s not possible now. So I love you. Go.’
Maya Angelou (via perfect)

(Source: jordanboboltz, via dancinginodessa)