November 2011
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September 2011
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May 2011
3 posts
Advice for young feminists? Do something else besides feminism. I’m serious. The...
– Latoya Peterson (via all y’all / whereisyourline.org)
April 2011
2 posts
March 2011
1 post
December 2010
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October 2010
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This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons,...
– Emily Dickinson
September 2010
3 posts
Emily Dickinson -
I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— ‘Twas the New Liquor— That was all!
August 2010
2 posts
May 2010
1 post
And it seemed to me that there were fires
Flying till dawn without number
And...
– Anna Akhmatova (via leprintemps)
April 2010
5 posts
March 2010
1 post
She was so quiet. So reflective. And she could erase herself, her spirit, with a...
– Alice Walker (via airwalker)
February 2010
4 posts
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born...
– Pearl Buck (via lexicology & thehermitage) (via saturnrising)
psychobabble: Why We Love Narcissists (At First) →
Despite being self-absorbed, arrogant, entitled and exploitative, narcissists are also fascinating.
And not just from a clinical perspective; the research finds that we are strangely drawn to their self-centered personalities, their dominance and their hostility, their sensitivity and their…
December 2009
4 posts
November 2009
3 posts
Marriage, which once had seemed as undesirably permanent as a tattoo, now seemed...
– Rivers Cuomo, English class, October 2004.
October 2009
10 posts
If irony is your way of life, you are fucked.
– Eugene Hütz (via airwalker)
gare aux cons →
tu veux jouer, on va jouer
Yoko Ono Part I →
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THE Soul selects her own Society—
Then—shuts the Door—
To...
– Emily Dickinson
September 2009
8 posts
“You remember too much,”
my mother said to me recently.
“Why hold onto all...
– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via airwalker)
She said,
“When you see these horrible images
why do you stay with them?
Why...
– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via airwalker)