May 2010
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[queued] Sexism 101 : Courses for Men and Women →
“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the...”
– Ezekiel 25:17 (aka the ill-ness Jules says in Pulp Fiction aka my fave movie aka watching it n o w)
a sad child : margaret atwood
You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was...
(found)Know What World Leaders Look Like →
(via randyisalwaysright)
This is a great little study guide of world leaders though it’s not completely current (i.e. Gordon Brown is no longer PM of the UK — David Cameron is. I saw another one, but I don’t remember off the top of my head).
The photography style (by Platon) is neat (I’m a sucker for consistency) though some of those women are scary.
For the original...
these are crazy times down at Costello Music
Been feeling randomly motivated in my stupor:
started a script
looked for internships/jobs because I’m not sold on being shipped to NYC -just- to work for my godmom.
started organizing stuff on my desktop, getting ready to do a backup
Tomorrow, I’m supposed to be going to church with mom even though I really don’t like her church. I’ll explain why some other time.
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prom was.
the scene has gotten even more scene since the last cameo. V and I are goddesses, scene ex-royalty, if you will. we visited this zombie prom, and it was…alright. people were far too pretentious to want to dance, and the whole thing made me miss the clubs in Oxford and London. we danced our hearts out anyways, and i came home to watch some…erm…tv, and mom staggered in all extra,...
I relish my youth.
Small child of about 10 to me: I don't want to grow up.
Me: you'll like it. You'll have fun.
Child: Define fun.
Me: Well...we're going to a zombie prom.
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Hayley Williams of Paramore sings Gaga's Bad... →
randyisalwaysright:
Lil Wayne - Single.
I...
Man of my Dreams [part two]
He’s the only person in the universe who has promised me dreams, not nightmares. He has a plan to save me from my fears of the dark, and he will hold me til the ghosts are gone. He’s a hero of the night, the only kind that matters.
He’s everything.
honesty is the best policy and blah blah blah
Well, I came clean to mom about everything—the rockstardom of my entire life. She was surprisingly chill. I mean, she already knew most of it, and now we’re getting through the rest. So the roughest part was just telling her.
It’s nice not being alone.
Now after all that drama, I can focus on the bigger question—what to do over the summer?!
It’s already been...
[queued] Real Women. →
capitalism.
“Fashion is not simply a matter of clothes. Fashion is in the air, born upon the...”
– Coco Chanel
Caveat emptor. Carpe diem. O si villi, si ergo, fortibus es in ero. Et tu, brute. HOW TO WRITE GOOD
by Frank L. Visco
My several years in the word game have learnt me several rules: Avoid alliteration. Always.
Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
Avoid cliches like the plague. (They’re old hat.)
Employ the vernacular.
Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
...
“Here. Now. That’s what’s important. The work we do, the person I am...”
– Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood (Series 2, Episode 1: “Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang”)
Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam...
via a-martin | Giving Up The Gun by Vampire...
the ruins of Detroit
Goal: Take at least one photo trip to discover places like this.
Biological Human Clock.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric...
Come party with Lady Gaga - Times Online →
tweexcore:
Would you play for the Pope, if he asked you?
“Yeah,” Gaga says. There’s a pause. Perhaps she considers her current stage show, and the section where her male dancers grab their gigantic, fake white penises, and bounce them off their palms to Boys Boys Boys.
“Well. I’d do an acoustic show for the Pope,” she amends.
A Times reporter spends a night out with Lady Gaga....
Man of my dreams [part one]
I only see you when I fall asleep, when I dream of choices I only dare make with my eyes closed. I only see that we could be more, and even after all this time, there is only more love and endless potential. Maybe we’ll see where this leads. Maybe we’ll be more. Or maybe my dreams are the only true thing about us…
[queued] top ten comedians of all time w/ video. →
The Leader of the Free World
randyisalwaysright:
Barack Obama, 1980. Photos by Lisa Jack / M+B Gallery.
Is it stalkerish that I’d love a print of these?
I definitely want these in my house.
^^ favourite photo.
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just because we’re all gonna die, life is (not) futile.
life is not futile just because we’re all gonna die.
things.
Having a long talk with God about this whole “Without pain, there is no compassion” idea. I know that it makes sense philosophically; the fall of Adam led to the fall of mankind and our innate goodness, but… really?!
Something I noticed: I have THE most fun when I’m with N. He makes me laugh naturally. A only made me laugh after awhile…
Doctor Who is everything I...
Is My Thesis Hot or Not? →
booyahgrandma:
Tumblr academics, you have to check this out.
I like this concept.
