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wandering-in-myth-drannor: thegeek531: Im amazed this didnt...

Fri, 10 May 2013 03:21:53 -0400

thegeek531:

Im amazed this didnt come across my dash with a billion ignorant comments full of vitriol and ignorance taking Colbert at face value.

I actually really love this because he may have been messing around but this is a good way to think. If you see everyone as one race- namely, the one you are- then you are more likely to focus on their personalities. There are always going to be assholes and good people in each race so it’s pointless to judge people on the color of their skin or what country they’re from when you can just judge them on the fact that they’re an asshole

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bombsfall: A quick editorial cartoon about the intersection of...

Wed, 01 May 2013 00:18:32 -0400

bombsfall:

A quick editorial cartoon about the intersection of self-pity, entitlement, rape, territoriality, misogyny and fear of women. You see it all over the place online in the form of Men’s Rights Activists (of whom there are a few reasonable non-misogynists), Men Going Their Own Way, Pick Up Artists, and dudes touting the “Red Pill”, because The Matrix is a good movie. Look any of these up if you have the stomach for it. These are extreme examples, but watered-down forms of these ideas are everywhere.

In lurking their blogs and youtube channels for a while, I’ve noticed that beyond the standard patriarchal chauvinism there is this deep fear of women - what they will do to me, how they will reject me, how they will use me, how they are changing society in a way that does not favor me, how they are making men into something I don’t like, how they are making themselves into something I don’t like, that they won’t give me what I want, and that they won’t give me what I think is rightfully mine. This goes beyond fear of feminism- this is fear of women at its purest. And that, to quote a puppet, leads to anger and hate. It’s sad.

I am a feminist. I think there’s enough ice cream to go around, but it does mean those of us with 3 scoops might have to give one or two up. Also, The Matrix is a fun movie but probably not anything you should be basing a philosophy on.

EDIT: I WROTE A LENGTHY POST ABOUT THIS HERE.

about this college decision

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 13:47:41 -0400

about this college decision

The Reverse Rejection Letter

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 20:01:37 -0400

The Reverse Rejection Letter:

Dear College or University,

Having now reviewed the many rejection letters received in the last few weeks, it is with great regret that, despite your college’s outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I must inform you that I am unable to accept your rejection at this time.

This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. Unfortunately, the number of rejection letters that I can accept is very limited. It is for this reason that I was forced to reject the rejection letters of many qualified institutions. Please understand that this is in no way a judgment of you as a college or as an institution, since my decision has more to do with the rejection pool than anything else— with such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.

This was not an easy task. Each rejection was reviewed carefully and on an individual basis. Many factors were taken into account, such as size of the institution, student-faculty ratio, location, reputation, cost and social atmosphere. Elimination under this system does not mean your university is not suitable for rejection, but merely reflects the high caliber of colleges and universities competing for my acceptance of their rejection letters.

I am aware of the disappointment that this decision may bring, for these were not easy judgments. Throughout my deliberations, I have kept in mind the importance to you of this decision. I wish it were possible to cite specific reasons for each of the determinations I have made but, frankly, it is not.

It was even necessary for me to reject some letters that were clearly qualified as rejections. This is surely my loss. Since all of my decisions are made at one time and all available rejection spaces have been committed, all decisions are final. Therefore, I am sorry to say I will be attending your university this Fall. I look forward to seeing you then.

I appreciate your disinterest in me, and, although it may seem inappropriate to you at this time, let me take the opportunity to wish you the best of luck in rejecting future applicants.

Sincerely,

NYU Shanghai swag! <3

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 23:18:44 -0400

NYU Shanghai swag! <3

EVERYTHING THESE PEOPLE DO IS SICK, okay Christo and...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 23:56:24 -0400

EVERYTHING THESE PEOPLE DO IS SICK, okay

Christo and Jeanne-Claude - The Gates

"She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence..."

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 21:57:45 -0400

“She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence to understand the world and a tiny secret interior deadness which meant she didn’t care.”

- Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless (via iwishihadanocean)

Reading this now! Back cover of the box says: With the...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 01:33:06 -0500

Reading this now!

Back cover of the box says:

With the increasing electronic incorporeality of existence, sometimes it’s reassuring—perhaps even necessary—to have something to hold on to. Thus within this colorful keepsake box the purchaser will find a fully-apportioned variety of reading material ready to address virtually any imaginable artistic or poetic taste, from the corrosive sarcasm of youth to the sickening earnestness of maturity—while discovering a protagonist wondering if she’ll ever move from the rented close quarters of lonely young adulthood to the mortgaged expanse of love and marriage. Whether you’re feeling alone by yourself or alone with someone else, this book is sure to sympathize with the crushing sense of life wasted, opportunities missed and creative dreams dashed which afflict the middle- and upper-class literary public (and which can return to them in somewhat damaged form during REM sleep).

A pictographic listing of all 14 items (260 pages total) appears on the back, with suggestions made as to appropriate places to set down, forget or completely lose any number of its contents within the walls of an average well-appointed home. As seen in the pages of The New Yorker, The New York Times and McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern, Building Stories collects a decade’s worth of work, with dozens of “never-before-published” pages (i.e., those deemed too obtuse, filthy or just plain incoherent to offer to a respectable periodical).

"Atoms themselves are more force than matter, mostly hollowness and collapse, yet they cling to form..."

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 16:31:30 -0500

“Atoms themselves are more force than matter, mostly hollowness and collapse, yet they cling to form the breathing bodies we call friends and lovers. The universe itself is a void so vast the stars are tiny things and the planets only guessed at by the deviations they create, the anomalies of orbit. And maybe we’re all anomalies in each other’s lives, circling stars that may not be of our own choosing, sending codes into the bigness that we hope someone will decipher, to redeem us from coincidence.”

- Kent Meyers, Twisted Tree

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"i feel like 400 dead jellyfish in the middle of a freeway"

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 10:33:38 -0500

“i feel like 400 dead jellyfish in the middle of a freeway”

- Mira Gonzalez, this friday i woke up at 2pm (via muumuuhouse)

“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them,...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 20:10:57 -0500

“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.”

—Andrea Gibson

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To observers, they looked like strangers sitting opposite each other in the coffee shop but not...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 21:19:00 -0500

To observers, they looked like strangers sitting opposite each other in the coffee shop but not interacting at all.

But they were best friends who just liked to be near each other, reading.

"He had spoken to her about God, although he had never mentioned God before and never did again..."

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 15:50:22 -0500

““He had spoken to her about God, although he had never mentioned God before and never did again after. He told her that she needed faith. A faith. Some kind of faith. Otherwise, it was too easy to let go of life. You had to make up a God that you could believe in and then believe in it. You had to believe that there was something present in your life that could save you. You did not necessarily need to know what it was but you had to feel that it existed. You had to find what delighted you about life and seize it. You could not let it go, or lose sight of it. You had to grow claws with which to grasp it.””

- Peter Cameron, The Weekend

Going on my college wall…

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 19:33:14 -0500

Going on my college wall…

forced affection

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 21:39:34 -0500

forced affection

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Tue, 30 Oct 2012 13:20:41 -0400

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