Marlene Dietrich in Germany, 1945, as American paratroopers descend from the sky. Dietrich was with frontline American and Allied troops in Europe during the last year of World War II visiting and entertaining soldiers, following them as they progressed across France, the Low Countries and into Germany itself, her native land. She sang, told stories, even played some tunes on the saw, a skill she learned in Berlin’s cabarets in the 1920′s. For her war efforts she received in 1947 the US Medal of Freedom for her “extraordinary record entertaining troops overseas during the war.”
seriously, fuck the false dichotomy between Science and The Arts. as if capital-S Science isn’t an art that requires creativity, perseverance, patience, and skilled observation. as if The Arts don’t require rigor, discipline, practice, and attention to detail. as if both aren’t cultural structures that stand on foundations of sexist, racist, capitalist hierarchy. as if they both can’t be used for purposes of enrichment and revolution. i am so fucking over this idea of presenting science and art as opposites, when they have so much more in common than people think.
Maureen O’Hara - by Bachrach
publicity for the movie “They Met In Argentina” 1941
character posters: neil mackay
We are the light that will pushback the darkness. We have 100,000 eyes watching their every move. 100,000 ears listening to their plans. 100,000 fists, raised to the sky, ready to strike. And everyone they’ve taken, all our loves, are looking down, lighting the way. One for each star. One for the moon. They will see that we are unstoppable.
This is amazing
why do you think kindness and being polite are over-rated?
I love manners but kidness is so much more than manners & being honest is far more important than being nice. If you’re to be nice to someone else you have to primarily be nice to yourself so that it comes from within. But guess what: we’re people. We’re not supposed to be nice for the sake of being nice; we’re people and we’re responsible for the energy that we bring to the room and if we’re conscious enough then we must know our personal limits and boundaries. And I respect far more someone who tells me the(ir) truth in the face than someone who goes ahead and sugarcoats b/c they can’t go out of their way and be in the moment and directly just let it out; have their own word flow or action flow proudly in the out. Being polite has to do w understanding yourself & encompassing your very individuality before you’re to opt for sharing it or not w the rest of the world. But yeah…it’s like…people can’t afford it so they make it be about “others” and about treating others supposedly “nice” & distort it maniacally because…blah; what they put on a pedestal is not kidness, it’s dull optimism and fake sophistication language wise & hearts & rainbows where there are no hearts & rainbows. The surface over the essence; empty, rigid positivity over naturalness and idiosyncratic values. And it’s bullshit to me tbh.
How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”
The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around
pls watch
My mom actually shared this on Facebook and it made me literally cry. Because it’s so TRUE. This aired 20 years ago, and it’s my life. Every doctor. Over and over and over, dozens of times. Watch it. Please. We are so tired.
Every. Single. Word. Of. This.
Hafiz, “In a Tree House”
Adam Zagajewski, A Defense of Ardor: Essays (trans. by Clare Cavanaugh)
Ultra Orange & Emanuelle // Don’t Kiss Me Goodbye
Rarely does such a seemingly monotonous, repetitious ballad evoke such a strong emotional response from me. Actually, I can count on one hand the songs which, regardless of their style, have *ahem* made me break down pathetically. Maybe it was the fact that the first time I heard this coincided with my brother’s near-death motorcycle accident (yea, that’s probably it)…
Anyway; if you’re depressed, drunk, or both, give this a listen and let it all out.
(This seems to be happening much more often lately… the ‘emotional’ bit that is. either it’s time for a holiday or I need to see a shrink @____@)
Leaving you with this characteristically random, sporadic mini-insight into personal life after a gorgeous night out gorging myself on female attention, beer, and drunken literary prattle. ‘Night all.
xx
tb to the 3rd of March, 2012... whoa.
Laughing In My Sleep, Lora Mathis
would i be popular online if i was not depressed
(via girlchoking)
Dang
(via lora-mathis)
Eyes Wide Shut, Stanley Kubrick (1999)
Anne Sexton, in a letter to Anthony Hecht (via victoriajoan)
"Horsemanning, or fake beheading, was a popular way to pose in a photograph in the 1920’s. Sometimes spelled horsemaning, the horsemanning photo fad derives its name from the Headless Horseman, a character from “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”
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HUMAN BEING ARE AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN SUCH HUGE FUCKING DORKS OKAY.
people forget that memes existed before the internet
well, that was disgusting.
Margaret Atwood, “Hesitations outside the door,” from Power Politics (via lifeinpoetry)