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Beauty in the apertures of pain

@anenlighteningellipsis / anenlighteningellipsis.tumblr.com

I want to say Without temper If possible without the least sense of the heroic Without even the measured ambition to speak the truth which is only another vulgarity To say I am not what I was Indeed I was nothing and now I am at least the possibility of something and this I will defend.
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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.”

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neornithes

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.

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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

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Anonymous asked:

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. 

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westieronto

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.

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Light will someday split you open Even if your life is now a cage, For a divine seed, the crown of destiny, Is hidden and sown on an ancient, fertile plain You hold the title to. Love will surely burst you wide open Into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy Even if your mind is now A spoiled mule. A life giving radiance will come… O look again within yourself, For I know you were once the elegant host To all the marvels in creation.

Hafiz, “In a Tree House”

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Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition, read the dry, sardonic remarks of cynical philosophers like Cioran or even Carl Schmitt, read newspapers, read those who despise, dismiss, or simply ignore poetry and try to understand why they do it. Read your enemies and your friends, read those who reinforce your sense of what’s evolving in poetry, and also read those whose darkness or malice or madness or greatness you can’t yet understand because only in this way will you grow, outlive yourself, and become what you are.

Adam Zagajewski, A Defense of Ardor: Essays (trans. by Clare Cavanaugh)

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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.

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lora-mathis
I think I’m going to skip all of my classes today because I need a “me” day. The problem with “me” days is that I need them four times a week. The problem with me is that I’m very smart and very capable (or so I’ve been told) but my laziness hinders me. Laziness. They forgot to add procrastination, self-destruction, and the inability to leave my bed to the list. The problem with me is that I’ve dealt with this before but have no idea what to do next. I should email my past teachers and ask them what I did after I sent them messages excusing my week-long absences from class due to “personal reasons.” I should stop scratching my hand in case my mom asks me if I’m okay again. I am okay. I am doing fine. But I have an itch that I cannot place, an itch that changes locations when my fingers find it. The problem with me is that I will focus on it completely until it goes away. The problem with this feeling is that it never goes away. It has always been one large itch that I cannot place.

Laughing In My Sleep, Lora Mathis

would i be popular online if i was not depressed 

Dang

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deanobanion
"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.

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shegufta

people forget that memes existed before the internet

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