extremely interested in squalor.

Working on an M.A. in archaeology.
I don't take myself seriously.
Nor should you.

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I’m afraid of being forgotten,” Bob said, and having admitted that, wondered if it was true. He said, “I’m afraid I’ll end up living a life like everyone else’s and me being Bob Ford won’t matter one way or the other.

— Ron Hansen, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (via low-key-lyesmith)

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We all do shit like this, stuff that’s no good for you. You do it and then there’s no feeling positive about it afterwards.

—Yunior, from Junot Diaz’s Drown. (via cbsundance)

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teamgrr: “I always say I exist in a constant state of homesickness, and that’s really the context in which I wrote this book, too. You know, I wrote it five months after my mom committed suicide and about three months after leaving the West for the first time to go study [at graduate school] in Ohio, and there was this landscape of grief and homesickness. I’d never written a word about Nevada until then, and I think suddenly being removed from my home and missing, you know, the mountains and the stars and the dry air and the rocks and the spiny plants, just this tremendous, overwhelming homesickness, which surely had to do with my mom’s dying, I guess I kind of felt the need to conjure up Nevada and bring it back to me that way.” - Claire Vaye Watkins

teamgrr:

“I always say I exist in a constant state of homesickness, and that’s really the context in which I wrote this book, too. You know, I wrote it five months after my mom committed suicide and about three months after leaving the West for the first time to go study [at graduate school] in Ohio, and there was this landscape of grief and homesickness. I’d never written a word about Nevada until then, and I think suddenly being removed from my home and missing, you know, the mountains and the stars and the dry air and the rocks and the spiny plants, just this tremendous, overwhelming homesickness, which surely had to do with my mom’s dying, I guess I kind of felt the need to conjure up Nevada and bring it back to me that way.”

- Claire Vaye Watkins

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pbsthisdayinhistory: May 17, 1954: The Supreme Court Rules on Brown v. Board of Education On this day in 1954, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled unanimously that racial segregation in public schools violated the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution, which says that no state may deny equal protection of the laws to any person within its jurisdiction. Although the decision did not succeed in fully desegregating public education in the United States, it put the Constitution on the side of racial equality and galvanized the nascent civil rights movement into a full revolution.Can you name all the key players behind Brown v. Board of Education? Revisit the landmark case with PBS’ The Supreme Court site. You can also learn more about Brown v. Board of Education with “The Rise and Fall of Jim Crow” and explore more events of the Civil Rights Movement with PBS Black Culture Connection. School integration, Barnard School, Washington, D.C., 1955 (Library of Congress).

pbsthisdayinhistory:

May 17, 1954: The Supreme Court Rules on Brown v. Board of Education

On this day in 1954, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled unanimously that racial segregation in public schools violated the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution, which says that no state may deny equal protection of the laws to any person within its jurisdiction.

Although the decision did not succeed in fully desegregating public education in the United States, it put the Constitution on the side of racial equality and galvanized the nascent civil rights movement into a full revolution.

Can you name all the key players behind Brown v. Board of Education? Revisit the landmark case with PBS’ The Supreme Court site.

You can also learn more about Brown v. Board of Education with “The Rise and Fall of Jim Crow” and explore more events of the Civil Rights Movement with PBS Black Culture Connection.

School integration, Barnard School, Washington, D.C., 1955 (Library of Congress).

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devilduck: A tower of alcohol supposedly about to be burned, during Prohibition, 1924. “It’s an affront to the whole history of mankind.”—Winston Churchill on Prohibition in the USA.

devilduck:

A tower of alcohol supposedly about to be burned, during Prohibition, 1924.

“It’s an affront to the whole history of mankind.”—Winston Churchill on Prohibition in the USA.

(Source: historicporn, via memoriastoica)

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my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shreiks and scarlet bellowings.

—e.e. cummings (via petrichour)

(via pulmograde)

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muumuuhouse: from Satellite by Matthew Rohrer

muumuuhouse:

from Satellite by Matthew Rohrer

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sigurros: http://instagr.am/p/WPtZEAIce5/

sigurros:

http://instagr.am/p/WPtZEAIce5/

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intentionallyblankpage: “ I have lived a long life, and I have seen a few things.. I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I’ve walked into universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. I’ve lost things you’ll never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told. Knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze. So come on then, take it! Take it all, baby. Have it. You have it all!” ”

intentionallyblankpage:

“ I have lived a long life, and I have seen a few things..
I walked away from the Last Great Time War.
I marked the passing of the Time Lords.
I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out,
moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me.
I’ve walked into universes where the laws of physics were devised
by the mind of a madman.
I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn.
I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe.
I’ve lost things you’ll never understand.
And I know things. Secrets that must never be told.
Knowledge that must never be spoken.
Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze.

So come on then, take it! Take it all, baby. Have it. You have it all!” ”

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I do not fear death...

jennifergracecook:

RIP Mr. Ebert.  Love these words of yours…

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Because I have come to the fence at night,
the horses arrive also from their ancient stable.
They let me stroke their long faces, and I note
in the light of the now-merging moon how they, a Morgan and a Quarter, have been
by shake-guttered raindrops
spotted around their rumps and thus made
Appaloosas, the ancestral horses of this place. Maybe because it is night, they are nervous,
or maybe because they too sense
what they have become, they seem
to be waiting for me to say something to whatever ancient spirits might still abide here,
that they might awaken from this strange dream,
in which there are fences and stables and a man
who doesn’t know a single word they understand.

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Three summers standing, I end up working among the yucca.

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First off we have to recognize that discontinuity is a value judgment and carries with it a stigma connoting scattered, unfocused, pointless. But I have to insist that the notions of continuity that are behind that accusation of discontinuity are highly suspect and result not from any particularly keen or creative insight into either the nature of the world or art but are often the result of many rulers slapping many hands, the outcome of growing far too accustomed to being in harness. Continuity as usually represented is a bamboozle, consistency the triumph of insects. Everything we know about energy, about our thought and physiology, tells us we throb, our vision is a patchwork between the blackouts of blinks, our life and livelihood a pulse. It seems, according to physicists, that matter itself is either here or there, never in between, even the rock we smash against is an actuality composed of probabilities, everything is made of gaps and all our joys and injuries, all our philosophies and poems are synaptic. Jumps between here and there, metaphors afoot. A straight line, a linear progression, is a fiction and not even a very convincing one. There is no such thing as discontinuity because there is nothing that doesn’t belong, that doesn’t vibrate in this web of connection. Now is always unprecedented and sudden.

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