Bokonon

My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

—Hermann Hesse (via exiled-pharaoh)

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thalamtnafsee:

heroincest:

my friend and i had to break a social norm for our sociology class so we drove around and catcalled boys (and one male teacher omfg) and they all looked so alarmed and confused and like they thought we were straight up crazy it was priceless and it rlly highlighted the fact that women just expect to be harassed when walking down the street whereas guys are just completely taken aback by it

this is a really important thing for people to understand

I’ve resisted cat calling dudes for years. Does this mean it okay? Trade works esp. beware….

(via flower-chucker)

wdiagnonsense:

serkets:

itsgayerinenochian:

creepyjirachi:

"you can’t be just friends with people of the gender you’re attracted to"
myth actually true. i, as a bisexual, can confirm that i have no friends.

pansexuals spend their lives in solitude, with only rocks for company

meanwhile asexuals are friends with everyone. literally every single person on the planet. i do not know how i remember so many names

this gets messed up if we add panromantic asexuals here.

Or aromantics who are pansexual

veggrrrl:

dare-for-distances:

Thank you MTV for bringing acknowledgment to something that nobody els on the news will

they’ve been so on top of things lately like I remember seeing the yes all women hashtag all over mtv I am so thankful

(via chaosanduproar)

heyrrrabbit:

Lady In White on Flickr.
The moon had climb’d the highest hill Which rises o’er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tow’r and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea; When soft and low, a voice was heard, Say, Mary weep, no more for me! She from her pillow gently raised Her head, to ask who there might be, And saw young Sandy shivering stand, With visage pale, and hollow e’e. O Mary dear, cold is my clay; It lies beneath a stormy sea. Far, far from thee, I sleep in death, So, Mary, weep no more for me! Three stormy nights and stormy days, We toss’d upon the raging main; And long we strove our bark to save, But all our striving was in vain. Even then, when horror chill’d my blood, The storm is past, and I at rest; So, Mary, weep no more for me! O, maiden dear, thyself prepare; We soon shall meet upon that shore Where love is free from doubt and care, And thou and I shall part no more! Loud crow’d the cock, the shadow fled; No more of Sandy could she see: But soft the passing spirit said: Sweet Mary, weep no more for me! Model: Rii Levesque Photo: J Thamnoswww.riilevesque.comwww.runrabbitentertainment.com

heyrrrabbit:

Lady In White on Flickr.

The moon had climb’d the highest hill
Which rises o’er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tow’r and tree;
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea;
When soft and low, a voice was heard,
Say, Mary weep, no more for me!


She from her pillow gently raised
Her head, to ask who there might be,
And saw young Sandy shivering stand,
With visage pale, and hollow e’e.
O Mary dear, cold is my clay;
It lies beneath a stormy sea.
Far, far from thee, I sleep in death,
So, Mary, weep no more for me!


Three stormy nights and stormy days,
We toss’d upon the raging main;
And long we strove our bark to save,
But all our striving was in vain.
Even then, when horror chill’d my blood,
The storm is past, and I at rest;
So, Mary, weep no more for me!


O, maiden dear, thyself prepare;
We soon shall meet upon that shore
Where love is free from doubt and care,
And thou and I shall part no more!
Loud crow’d the cock, the shadow fled;
No more of Sandy could she see:
But soft the passing spirit said:
Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!

Model: Rii Levesque
Photo: J Thamnos
www.riilevesque.com
www.runrabbitentertainment.com

(via canis-latrans-thamnos)

isn’t desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn’t the object always absent?

—R.Barthes (via alterities)

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nearlya:

Amie DickeAfter Goldschmidt, 2012

"At the Herengracht 401 there is a room on the third floor. This room used to be a hiding place for young (Jewish) men during World War II. Manuel Goldschmidt was one of them and after the liberation he stayed connected to this safe house. Until recently he lived in the same room where he was kept in hiding. He died in March 2012.

When I first entered the space it felt like a time capsule. A frozen world that you do not want to touch because of its delicate state, yet too important to let it go. In an attempt to mark the fragile points I began to fill up the cracks and open joints with pieces of gold colored emergency blankets. 

I started with the windows (there was quite some draft). Then I lined the contours of the space between the outside wall and the carpet, like a floor plan, followed by the cracks in the furniture pieces and little holes in the walls and ceiling. It took me almost a month to make this fragmented drawing in space.”

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isxbelle:

Before u make fun of someone’s foreign accent, take some time to think about how they speak more languages than u and how u are a failure

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flower-chucker:

undeadseanbean:

nonhoration:

earthlydreams:

This is so cool! But what country are they from? “Africa” is really vague.

Their names are Duro-Aina Adebola, Akindele Abiola, Faleke Oluwatoyin, and Bello Eniola and they’re from Lagos, Nigeria. There’s a neat video about them here.

#when will people start giving names to young non-white scientists??#bc that shit is getting old


Still not generator that produces electricity using urine as fuel.This is an electrolysis system which splits urea (major component in urine) into its base components. The girls’ innovation was to add a fired generator which burbs the hydrogen produced by this process to offset the electricity required to accomplish it.Offset. This device still consumes more electricity than it produces. It is not a generator, it has a generator.I understand why people are happy to believe this, but fucking google things people! Also major sideyes for people who don’t reblog it when I correct them; you’re basically telling me “I’m happy to lie to my followers about stuff like this.”

flower-chucker:

undeadseanbean:

nonhoration:

earthlydreams:

This is so cool! But what country are they from? “Africa” is really vague.

Their names are Duro-Aina Adebola, Akindele Abiola, Faleke Oluwatoyin, and Bello Eniola and they’re from Lagos, Nigeria. There’s a neat video about them here.

Still not generator that produces electricity using urine as fuel.

This is an electrolysis system which splits urea (major component in urine) into its base components. The girls’ innovation was to add a fired generator which burbs the hydrogen produced by this process to offset the electricity required to accomplish it.

Offset. This device still consumes more electricity than it produces. It is not a generator, it has a generator.

I understand why people are happy to believe this, but fucking google things people! Also major sideyes for people who don’t reblog it when I correct them; you’re basically telling me “I’m happy to lie to my followers about stuff like this.”

(Source: untouchmyhair)