We are made of everyone else.

Apr 04

Honey Maid Talked Love. -

pretty simple.

Mar 31

“We didn’t give women the right to vote (in the U.S.) until 1920. …That means American Democracy is 94 years old. There are three people in my building older than American democracy. Women have had a rough time. It was so okay to beat your wife until so recently, that today we have a kind of shirt named after it. There’s a piece of clothing in our culture affectionately nicknamed after beating the crap out of your wife, and for some reason this is offensive to nobody.” — Louis CK monologue (via sonnyjohnson)

(via thinkture)

Mar 27

mynosaurus:

It’s friday and my body knows it.

mynosaurus:

It’s friday and my body knows it.

(via confessionsofamichaelstipe)

Feb 19

Feb 08

[video]

Feb 05

Today is world cancer day
Will Ferrell does an iAmA
And I am trying to finish reading a lorrie moore story about a baby with cancer

And I can’t help thinking —- the children, it’s always about the children.

Is the poem I won’t write.

Feb 04


Wim Vandekeybus, What The Body Does Not Remember

Wim Vandekeybus, What The Body Does Not Remember

(Source: weepling, via bbook)

Dec 03

“The heat inside the human body
grows, it does not know where to throw itself—for a while it knots
into will, heavy, burning, sweet, then into generosity, that longs
to take on the burdens of others, and then into mad love.” — From “Walking Swiftly,” a poem in Robert Bly’s Stealing Sugar From The Castle: Selected Poems 1950 – 2013. Damon Ferrell Marbut reviews it at The Rumpus. (via therumpus)

(via therumpus)

Nov 15

Information on #ReliefPH for #YolandaPH -

mlq3:

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Nov 13

for someone who loves fairy tales and was a catholic schoolgirl, this is a lovely thing. 
way to go copywriter of Doe-Anderson! kinikilig ako for you!
found via Adweek 
(oh don’t read the comments na.)

for someone who loves fairy tales and was a catholic schoolgirl, this is a lovely thing. 

way to go copywriter of Doe-Anderson! kinikilig ako for you!

found via Adweek 

(oh don’t read the comments na.)

I’ve always sort of secretly thought of feelings as a weakness. I think growing up I always wanted to be someone tougher than I am, and so when I first started not having feelings anymore I thought, “I’m finally this person who doesn’t react. I’m not sensitive anymore.” I enjoyed that for a short time, especially when I hadn’t lost my feelings completely, where I just felt like I was emotionally very strong. And then once all of my emotions disappeared, I very quickly realized that emotions are the only thing that provide variation in your life.

I think there’s a common misconception that depression is about something or depression is sadness or some form of negativity. It can represent a sadness or a self-loathing, as the first half of my depression did. It sort of circled back on itself and made me dislike myself more because I was so sad, and I didn’t know why, and I felt like I needed a reason. … It took me a long time to figure out that something was broken on a fundamental level. There was no reason behind it; it was just the way things were.

” — Terry Gross from NPR’s Fresh Air interviews Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half. 

Oct 29

“Thanks very much for your compliments on my [writing/illustration/whatever thing you do]. I’m flattered by your invitation to [do whatever it is they want you to do for nothing]. But [thing you do] is work, it takes time, it’s how I make my living, and in this economy I can’t afford to do it for free. I’m sorry to decline, but thanks again, sincerely, for your kind words about my work.” —

At the end of his must-read New York Times op-ed on why we shouldn’t devalue our work by indulging all the requests to give it away for free (so that it can be sold for advertising), Tim Kreider, author of We Learn Nothing, offers this perfect reply-template for responding to such requests respectfully but resolutely.

He adds an infinitely necessary note on how referring to creative work as “content” commodifies it and exposes the greatest tragedy of mainstream media – the vendorship of advertising for which all else is a mere vehicle:

This is partly a side effect of our information economy, in which “paying for things” is a quaint, discredited old 20th-century custom, like calling people after having sex with them. The first time I ever heard the word “content” used in its current context, I understood that all my artist friends and I — henceforth, “content providers” — were essentially extinct. This contemptuous coinage is predicated on the assumption that it’s the delivery system that matters, relegating what used to be called “art” — writing, music, film, photography, illustration — to the status of filler, stuff to stick between banner ads.

(via explore-blog)

(Source: , via explore-blog)

Oct 28

[video]

Oct 17

for every boy i fell in love with, i read/listened/watched something out of character. i got to keep all those novels, films, stories, songs.

i now have three Elmo apps on my phone and have subscribed to the sesame street YouTube channel. hahahaha. anything for a boy.

Oct 13

theparisreview:

Collect and recollect. These things I dowithin, where, present with me is the worldand whatever I could think of it,and what I have forgotten. Some thingsI buried, though they seemed self-buried,or slipped out of my mind when they hadglided further into me as I believedthem gone. Once my mouth had been arousedby the side of a man’s thumb moving over it,the image fixed in me by that impressrecalls the hand, or my heightening,as if I know my lover when I have him,or when I have no one. In this waymy mind contains my body and can keepin mind delight, whether I revisit with thepleasure of my body, or I revisit thinkingmy sad thoughts, or I keep back my desirelike the broken animals.
—Kathleen Peirce, “Confession 10.8.13”Art Credit Onchi Koshiro.

theparisreview:

Collect and recollect. These things I do
within, where, present with me is the world
and whatever I could think of it,
and what I have forgotten. Some things
I buried, though they seemed self-buried,
or slipped out of my mind when they had
glided further into me as I believed
them gone. Once my mouth had been aroused
by the side of a man’s thumb moving over it,
the image fixed in me by that impress
recalls the hand, or my heightening,
as if I know my lover when I have him,
or when I have no one. In this way
my mind contains my body and can keep
in mind delight, whether I revisit with the
pleasure of my body, or I revisit thinking
my sad thoughts, or I keep back my desire
like the broken animals.

Kathleen Peirce, “Confession 10.8.13”
Art Credit Onchi Koshiro.