The night brings the best surprises.

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“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”

— (via vvolare)

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Louis C. K.
Estudio Javier Jaen

1:32 pm  14,376 notes

We live in a society that’s sexist in ways it doesn’t understand. One of the consequences is that men are extremely sensitive to being criticized by women. I think it threatens them in a very primal way, and male privilege makes them feel free to lash out.

This is why women are socialized to carefully dance around these issues, disagreeing with men in an extremely gentle manner. Not because women are nicer creatures than men. But because our very survival can depend on it.

No skin thick enough: The daily harassment of women in the game industry

The whole article sadly hits very close to home.

“Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.”

(via areyha)

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“The big lie about capitalism is that everyone can be rich. That’s impossible. Capitalism works only if the vast majority of the population are kept poor enough to never quit working, are kept poor enough to accept distasteful jobs society cannot function without. If everyone were a millionaire, who would empty the trash or repair the sewers? It follows that the poorer the general population is made, the greater the worth of the money held by the wealthy, in terms of the lives which may be bought and sold with it.”

Michael Rivero (via blua, fucknobigbrother)

10:58 am  15,232 notes


Antony Gormley, sculptures from “Domains”, “Bodies in Space" and "Apart" at his studio, 2003

10:58 am  6,611 notes

“Don’t call me more than once, you hear me?
When you do, I’ll hear it ring and I’ll let it go.
Don’t forget to leave a message. Breathe
so the static catches onto your lungs and
makes that silvery rasp I love.

Tell the silence you need me. Tell it you’ll be fine
if I don’t need you back. Tell it you remember
the way I smoked like everyone was watching,
like every kiss was the one before quitting.
Tell it you miss me. Tell it you’re not lying.
Stop when the beep sounds.”

— Ramna Safeer, Instructions For Him (via larmoyante)

10:57 am  1,495 notes


Death on the Installment Plan, Louis-Ferdinand Céline

10:55 am  812 notes

“There was never and is no simple homogenous gendered identity that we could call “women” struggling to be equal with men. In fact, the reality was and is that privileged white women often experience a greater sense of solidarity with men of their same class than with poor white women or women of color.”

— bell hooks (x)

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"Giochi Di Luce" photographed by Christian Moser for Marie Claire Italia October 1991

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“The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person’s nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.”

— Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms (via larmoyante)

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le Métro

6:22 am  1,479 notes

someone told me not to lose myself
but your hand travels across my spine in a direction that’s foreign to me;
they told me to stay balanced
but your eyes form a frozen lake and the warmth from your breath is relentless;
they told me to take this easy
but the way your words complicate hope of happiness without you makes poetry out of particle physics and spending time apart like destroying matter

if life exists after death, then i would redefine religion as what we share at 6am when light washes over your frame and I take a breath, baptized in the perfume of your skin, only to realize that no house of worship could save me like you have

creation isn’t only in science and scripture but in what we would construct together, clinging to one another in a hotel room bed, closer to home than we could imagine
no one ever told me that

Things That Matter by Parker Woods (via parkerwoods)

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