the fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in our selves
  • kingjaffejoffer:

    salute a real nigga when you see one

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  • What You Crave vs What You Need

    • Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.
    • Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.
    • Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.
    • Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.
    • Cookies: Freudian psychology.
    • Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
    • Pasta/Carbs: Pasta/Carbs.
    • Ice: The sweet release of death.
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  • venusmilk:

    Roberto Franzoni
    La danza, c. 1914-1915

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  • hifructosemag:

    Joaquin Jara paints, he sculpts, and he intervenes. His work is baroque, moody. It’s not morose as much as it’s inevitable. It’s based on an ashes-to-ashes-dust-to-dust esthetic. Art may be long, as the expression goes, but there’s nothing permanent about the organic process each piece describes. Read more on Hi-Fructose. 

    (via slowartday)

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  • burdge:

    these could probably use more tweaking but it’s hard enough coloring with a broken tablet, i probably shouldn’t overdo it.

    (oh and thanks, becauseihavefairyissues​, for that headcanon of lily luna!!)

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  • labellefilleart:

    Three days agony, I found a tiny fair-haired infant, Violet Moore Higgins

    (via venusmilk)

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  • reportagebygettyimages:

    Mennonites are Christians, living in isolated farming communities and fiercely protective of their privacy. They reject modern technology and follow a way of life that has not changed since the 16th century. They tend the fields and raise cattle, mostly to produce cheese. Their language is an old dialect of medieval German called Plattdeustch. They don’t allow marriage outside their community. As the 21st century brings modernity almost everywhere, Mennonites have found a place to settle in what they perceive is a little developed Bolivia, where they have enough isolation and freedom to follow their tradition without having to compromise their values.

    Photographer Jordi Busque was awarded a 2014 Getty Images Editorial Grant for his project Mennonites of Bolivia. Read more about Jordi and the the project.

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  • processing

    the damn processing never ENDS.

    I have daddy issues. I have mommy issues. I look for parent figures everywhere. Today I saw some old professors and I just wanted them to hug me and tell me that I was so smart and they were so proud of me. And that I was not a disappointment, never ever could disappoint them, I am doing just fine. I hate that therapy-speak about re-parenting and finding the inner child and yet what else am I doing but that?

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  • frozenseawriting:

    Things I am thinking about…

    Puritanism, richness exceeding in tongue. Embodying language is easier for me, which is my Protestant inheritance. I think I am alienated from my body, I never understand what it is telling me.

    Ravens taller than my knees. My sister went to Germany land of fairy-tales…

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  • staff:

    Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.


    Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.

    (Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)

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  • "that corpse you planted last year in your garden,
    has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?
    or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?"
    T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land  (via mirroir)

    (Source: beryl-azure, via aeillill)

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  • Loveliest Grotesque

    I kept the little ruin near me, I stowed it in the kitchen,
    it sat in the pantry, like a jar of reddest jam,
    it sang me songs of seafaring, it said the “weather being fine,”
    I listened to it breathe, shiver brokenly in time,
    I believed a multitude stood between us, four seasons,
    the meaningless physical world, and a grammar primer,
    you could see how I found it necessary,
    with its immodest appeals, its constant state of déshabillé,
    it is small for its age, it is too wide-awake,
    so my sewing came undone with the years,
    I stalked myself to the open door, the unlatched gate,
    ma petite is a world sold of charms, it loves a new act,
    has a leer for a mouth, has indecorous energy,
    I ran from the spring glee of it, I radioed ahead,
    oh I unplanned a lifetime, turned my gaze to the west,
    but then it said it would make something of us both,
    the sound of it touched me, fat in its cracked sadness,
    it was homemade all along, it was oddly necessary,
    I looked back like Lot’s wife, like the exhausted mirage
    that I was, and the loveliest salt taste was whelming us,
    both awash in a light of knives, and the wind it was shifting like this—

    -Sandra Lim

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