Goodbye Blue Monday

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"If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will..."

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“If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already — it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power — you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart — you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.”

- David Foster Wallace, This is Water (via markdelabeast)

"I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening hunger I’d write to the..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:53:40 -0700

“I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should”

- Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via fagnficent)

titlefightclub: Oh Comely by Neutral Milk Hotel “Oh comely, I...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:42:14 -0700

titlefightclub:

Oh Comely by Neutral Milk Hotel

“Oh comely, I will be with you when you loose your breath chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.”

"the year of letting go of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:15:56 -0700

“the year of letting go
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’
and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’
the year of humanity/humility
when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed
everyone i’ve met this year says the same thing
‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’
the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands
the year i learnt small talk
and how to smile at strangers
the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’
the year of sugar, everywhere
softness. sweetness. honey honey.
the year of being alone
and learning how much i like it
the year of hugging people i don’t know because i want to know them
the year i made peace and love
right here”

- Warsan Shire (via commovente)

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vintagegal: Affectionate gals c.1946

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vintagegal:

Affectionate gals c.1946

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Marilyn by Harold Lloyd in 1953.

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Marilyn by Harold Lloyd in 1953.

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nprfreshair: Happy Monday. How about a peek behind the scenes...

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:51:49 -0700

nprfreshair:

Happy Monday. How about a peek behind the scenes of The Royal Tenenbaums to start your week?

More behind the scenes shots from more movies here.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 17:46:31 -0700

"1. I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’ I wonder why I cannot be both. He kisses me..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:44:59 -0700

“

1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

”

- Rachel Wiley (via loveyourchaos)

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