my eyes are shot and my brain is dead =’( boo hoo ok imma go the fuck to bed
42hearts: there’s nothing worse than getting told you’re bad at the only thing you’re good at
And I know Fuck is a bad word, but it sounds so good. Good, like flipping off...– Andrea Gibson (via lipstick-feminists)
Hey Artists, you should follow this artist.
ragushiingu: Hello everyone, In one of my art classes, we’re preparing a month-long project in which we utilize social media to create art. In the coming days, I’ll be creating a blog with details about a collaborative digital art project, and I want all of tumblr to be a part of it. Reblog this post, tell your friends, I don’t care what you do. If you spread the word even a bit, I’ll be...
“It seems to me,” said Magid finally, as the moon became clearer than the...– White Teeth by Zadie Smith
I just found this letter I had written to myself on my 20th birthday, nearly a year ago. I’m still not very funny. =( *** Hey there, You’ve been alive now for two decades, a quarter of your life, if we assume you’ll die in old age. I would congratulate you and say it was no small feat you managed to achieve adulthood, but let’s face it — with infant mortality rates...
You’re riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a...– Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
me: do you ever step back and think about how obsessed we all are?
Kaitlin: about the Daily?
it horrifies me sometimes.
The less I needed, the better I felt.– Charles Bukowski (via zuleikha)
Novel excerpt: The Midnight Cafe
The Midnight Cafe, established 1962, had been a Jacobin headquarters for the beaten down since the Beat Generation became a staple in that part of town. Over the years, it grew into a fully-earned reputation for revolution, for Marxists, feminists, transcendentalists, surrealists and hedonists alike had at one point considered the cafe a nightly destination for conspiring over whisky. In the 70s,...
Beware of the man who denounces woman writers; his penis is tiny and he cannot...– Erica Jong
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...– Edgar Allan Poe (via gtbunburywrites)
the introvert's haiku
i love you but if i don’t leave right fucking now i’ll have to kill you
It is only we, with our capacity to love that give meaning to the indifferent...– Woody Allen
If they wants to see and know, why they don’t come kiss and be kissed?– Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
The world's most censored country?
pulitzercenter: It’s not Iran, says the Committee to Protect Journalists. And it’s not North Korea. The world’s 10 most censored countries. This page was ironically censored by the PRC just as I tried to access it while disconnected from my school’s VPN. Take a look. It’s horrific.
I entered the church, without fear this time, for it was now my house too. I...– Life of Pi by Yann Martel
Shit went down over Skype tonight
Susan: sry the politburo said if i whipped them hard enough their hearts and minds will follow =(
Shea: your face is a politburo
Susan: my face is a committee of 9 middle-aged chinese men?
Susan: why the fuck are you talking to me?
Shea: or russians
Shea: And middle age?
Shea: come cuddle.
Susan: i still don't understand why you want anything to do with me with my face the way it is
Susan: much less cuddle
Shea: maybe I'm into middle aged russian men
Susan: this was maybe something you should have told me sooner
Shea: no were fine
Shea: its not like youre dating me
Susan: so you just wanna be friends?
Shea: I dont actually like this joke. :(
Shea: lets joke about something else.
Susan: ok =(
Susan: like we just went and made each other sad
Susan: when it would be so much easier if you were to just date me
Susan: just saying
Shea: No, I said ok.
Susan: ok what
Shea: Ok I will.
Shea: right now
Susan: are you sure
Susan: oh good
Shea: make it facebook official and everything. I'm down.
Susan: give me a bit. recovering from shock
Couples get to hold each other. We get to hold our equipment.– Alice Li, on getting crammed like a human sardine into a compartment full of strangers on the Beijing subway during rush hour with our cameras and tripod.
Then, in that last moment, her thoughts raced through time, and the film studio...– The Song of Everlasting Sorrow by Wang Anyi
Maybe we'll crash in the ocean and get eaten by...
This has been one strange and spectacular quarter. The Daily premiered as usual. On a similar note, I acquired Popular Science, India Tribune and Immigrant Connect clips, which should hopefully cushion my greatly decreased GPA. But real world experience trumps academia in the real world, doesn’t it? One would assume. I’m leaving for China tomorrow to make that documentary about the...
WHEN ONE OF THE DESIGNERS TELLS ME I HAVE TO CUT...
Brain scans are revealing what happens in our heads when we read a detailed...– “The Neuroscience of Your Brain on Fiction” by Annie Murphy Paul, New York Times
Three a.m. jogging through the fog. Thought about absolutely nothing but how inconveniently sized my boobs are.
- You have a small mouth. It probably was meant for pussy licking. - You have...– observations and (contradictory?) advice from Safiya Merchant
Quail in rose petal sauce. Today we ate this dish, and Gertrudis ran away.– Like Water for Chocolate (1992)
I want to put my heart in a sack and drown it like a litter of puppies.
Fear of Rejection?
Dear Writer, I regret to say that we cannot use the piece you have submitted. There are many potential reasons for this: we are looking for very particular subject matter; we are overstocked right now; we were drunk when we read it. This is not a judgment of you. It does not mean you are a bad writer. Of course, you probably are a bad writer. You’re probably so bad you can’t finish this...