Love life and don’t be bitter. Realize that everybody suffers and if you can...– Stephen Colbert
“May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,...
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where...– - e.e.cummings
Lights by Ellie Goulding You show the lights that...
ordinarywonder: I dance the way I fuck, with no reservations.
Joe Paterno allowed children to get raped. That...
You know, soothing words are nice, but maybe it’s time that the two people who...– New York City mayor MICHAEL BLOOMBERG, during his weekly radio show, reacting to today’s mass shooting in Aurora, CO. Well said. (via the New York Times)
THE BURIED LIFE: 20 Things I Should Have Known at... →
1. The world is trying to keep you stupid. From bank fees to interest rates to miracle diets, people who are not educated are easier to get money from and easier to lead. Educate yourself as much as possible for wealth, independence, and happiness. 2. Do not have faith in institutions to educate you. By the time they build the curriculum, it’s likely that the system is outdated– sometimes...
On The Edge, Through The Void.: I was born to love... →
Both of my grandfathers, paternal and maternal, were shameless womanizers. I’ve heard the shouted apologies and empty promises. I’ve seen how much a man can love the woman he’s with, even while scouting for the next one… that he’ll eventually have to live without. I’ve smelled the strange new perfume, that made my grandmother scream and weep. I’ve felt objects fly past my cheek, never aimed well...
Fear is a luxury for the living
I’ve never encountered a night that wasn’t afraid, of the things that go bump! in my head. I’ve never met a monster that wasn’t intimidated, by the things that are hidden in my closet… and under my bed. Fear is a luxury for the living — Me? I’m already half-dead.
But it was another girl, young and new to the city, fiddling with her keys.– Jennifer Egan, from A Visit From the Good Squad
On The Edge, Through The Void.: The living... →
No matter how hard I try to forget, I still remember what your lips feel like, against mine. Our mouths, brought together with such devoted abandon… that just for a split second, I remembered what it felt like to believe in god(s) again. Our hands, fumbling even in daylight, trying to make up for years of speculation. We discovered eachother’s bodies like we were documenting new worlds. Familiar...
Make a career of humanity. Commit yourself to the noble struggle for equal...– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (via hip-)
On The Edge, Through The Void.: The Blind God with... →
At times, I feel like the pinhole, in the condom of creation. Something unnecessary and unexpected, is leaking through my consciousness, and into the womb of manifested reality. I’m fertilizing the eggs of some thing that should have been wiped from the asshole of existence, and flushed down the toilet of history. It’s malformed and mutated, half-baked and under-processed; freakish and raw… but...