-balenciaga:

Elie Saab Haute Couture S/S 2014.

You're The One That I Want (Cover)
Angus and Julia Stone

This [casual sexism] is a systemic problem – it starts somewhere with little girls needing to be rescued by knights, incapable of being independent. In playgrounds and kids’ parties I often hear: ‘Wow, look at her, she’s a supermodel!’ or ‘This is daddy’s princess’ or ‘You don’t need to learn another language when you look like that!’ Or, even more common: ‘You’re gonna need to lock that one up when she becomes a teenager.’ I haven’t heard much of ‘Wow, watch out you’ve got yourself a JK Rowling there; oops, here comes another Angela Merkel, Hillary Clinton, Caitlin Moran, Paula Radcliffe, or Hilary Mantel!”’ - Natascha McElhone 

Mindy Kaling speaks on stage during the New Yorker Festival on October 11, 2014

rider-waite:

vivacosima:

daily reminder that minerva mcgonagall is metal as fuck

reminder she took 3 stunning spells directly to the chest and after being taken to st mungos brushed it off like nothing

free-parking:

Kent Rogowski, Love=Love

Love=Love is a series of collages that were created using pieces of over 60 store bought puzzles. Although puzzle pieces are unique, and can only fit into one place within a puzzle, they are sometimes interchangeable within a brand. These puzzles were cut using the same die, but depict unrelated images.

free-parking:

Kent RogowskiLove=Love

Love=Love is a series of collages that were created using pieces of over 60 store bought puzzles. Although puzzle pieces are unique, and can only fit into one place within a puzzle, they are sometimes interchangeable within a brand. These puzzles were cut using the same die, but depict unrelated images.

“One time when you were very small, you decided that you were going to fly. And so you built a little, what you called, a hot air balloon, but was actually a bed sheet. You built it out of your little dinosaur bed sheet on your mattress and you jumped and you had both hands on either side and you thought, “I’m going to fly!” everytime, “I’m going to fly and fly and fly!” And everytime, you hit the fucking ground because that’s what fucking life is, right?
No. No, that’s not what fucking life is. Life is when you fly and sometimes you fall and sometimes you get bruised and sometimes you wanna fucking die, but you don’t. You stand up and you don’t give up hope and you decide that what ever is on this planet earth, that’s happening right now, what ever experience there is, be it bruising or existential crisis or fucking love beyond all measure, you decide that this is where I wanna be. I would rather fucking be here than be anywhere else, than be in a fucking coma, than be fucking dead, than be a fucking zombie. And so you don’t give up hope. You stand up and you fucking take the punches and that’s what life is.”
— Annie Clark (Pensacola, FL)
I Prefer Your Love
St. Vincent

but all the good in me is because of you,
it’s true, i prefer your love to jesus.

“It’s a heavy weight to carry
the spaces where you were
but I’ve borne it for years
in my lungs and between
all my thoughts
of other things

(there are no thoughts
of other things
only moments of negative space
when I don’t know where you are
and these are the
heaviest thoughts of all)

You are in all my atoms
you are nowhere else
and the world is heavier for it

(sometimes I think that must be why
the days go slower sometimes)

sometimes I think the world spins on its axis
for want of you
and sometimes I think
it never even
moves
at all.

It is all a youless Ulysses
a stream of consciousness and
spiderweb thoughts.

It is all the places you are not
and you are everywhere
and you are not here

and I carry the weight
and I will carry the weight
and there is no pastpresentfuture
only nowthen
and always
alwaysalwaysalways where are you
and willyoucomenowplease
it’s dark and we’re
somewhere wrong.

There’s no getting over it
no’the first year is the hardest, you know’
or ‘it hurts at first, but’ -

there is no lightening of the load
no exhalation of that breath
stuck fast between my lungs

there’s only one year
then two years
then three years
then four

then more
then more
then more.

aseaofquotes:

Robin Benway, The Extraordinary Secrets of April, May, & June

aseaofquotes:

Robin Benway, The Extraordinary Secrets of April, May, & June

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