Reblogged from Planting trees and cracking skulls
middle cyclones and other references
"The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you." Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
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Every year white people add 100 years to how long ago slavery was. I’ve heard educated white people say, ‘slavery was 400 years ago.’ No it very wasn’t. It was 140 years ago…that’s two 70-year-old ladies living and dying back to back. That’s how recently you could buy a guy.
—
Louis C.K. (via 30thcenturyboy)
Sylvester Magee, the (probable) last American born into slavery died in 1971.
The last living child of former American slaves, Mississippi Winn, died in 2010.
Slavery in the territory that is now the United States lasted more than 330 years. We will be 330 years removed from slavery in the year 2195.
(via fishingboatproceeds)
Reblogged from John Green's tumblr
Tags: louis ck
He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
Reblogged from rosebud;!;!;!;!;!;!
Tags: in the mood for love
Amy Adams talks Lois Lane with EMPIRE
THAT SIDE EYE
SO MUCH SIDE EYE
HASHTAG FEMINIST SIDE EYE.
Reblogged from tropeçou no ar como se ouvisse música.
Tags: amy adams man of steel
“An iconic part of the character, those shirts – silk, cleavage-enhancing, under a well-cut suit, and defining her as a professional woman not afraid of looking attractive – are set to see a rise in popularity ahead of tomorrow’s final episode of the five-part thriller set in Belfast.
In one episode the blouse even gets in on the action when a button comes undone during a key press conference in front of the British press. In another scene, DSI Gibson wiping blood splatters from her silky blouse is enough to throw her boss over the edge, and he explodes into lustful confessions of his feelings for her.” [x]
“DSI Gibson’s clothes, masculine in cut but with a very sensual edge, serve as a mirror for her character. She’s a woman in a man’s world — a man’s world populated by a murderer high on his own dark fantasy and by corrupt policemen high on coke and terrorism — and yet she makes no apologies for her femininity. Or her sexuality, for that matter.” [x]
Actually, that’s just the effect Gillian Anderson has on all of us. Also I want all them blouses.
Reblogged from stay for the credits
Tags: gillian anderson the fall
Kanye West getting deep on twitter
SOLID.
this is why I love this man.
Okay, if you don’t love Kanye, I question you and will forever until you learn.
I’ve never had a man ask me straight up if it was okay to use the word “bitch” even endearingly.
Not once.
Reblogged from tropeçou no ar como se ouvisse música.
Benedict Cumberbatch models some sexy pajamas and then gets disrobed (!)
what the fuck is happening here.
Reblogged from BuzzFeed
Yarn bombing!
House, Tree & Mountain Rings by Clive Roddy
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would rock
cool as hell in my opinion
John Darnielle endorses, I pretty much need them now.
Reblogged from William Caxton Fan Club
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company. — E.B. White, ‘Here is New York’
Reblogged from she's a rainbow
Zadie Smith in Gucci
Photographed by Andrew Stinson
Reblogged from tropeçou no ar como se ouvisse música.
Tags: zadie smith author crush
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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
— Frida Kahlo (via thatkindofwoman)
Reblogged from That Kind Of Woman
I feel like in my heart of hearts I knew that we were all just waiting for Kanye to discover American Psycho.
Reblogged from BlackBook
Audrey Hepburn
“she was also the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
and history remembers her as pretty.”
Reblogged from Bunbury's Bees & Other Eccentricities
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