beesmygod:

like, i guess this isnt even a particularly “”“adult”“” blog but theres something very unnerving about clicking through to a new follower and seeing “age: 14” on the sidebar. i feel like a chaperone at a highschool dance. leave some room for jesus

I will always be cheering you on. I am no longer here. But I’m here today, and I’ll always be cheering for you right here… Cheering for you, my only self.

"上了船,隔了海洋,有时候空间与时间一样使人淡忘。怪不得外国小说上医生动不动就开一张“旅行”的方子,海行更是外国人参,一剂昂贵的万灵药。"
浮花浪蕊 (via thepleasureofthetext)

decomposion:

Art history meme (x) - 1/3 countries/regions - Far East Asia

Lofty Mount Lu by Shen Zhou | Blue Birds at Night by Watanabe Shotei | Pear Blossoms by Qian Xuan | Apricot Blossoms and Peacocks by Lü Ji | Plum Blossoms by Sun Long and Chen Lu | Moran Hojeopdo by Joseon | A Pair of Peacocks in Spring by Imao Keinen | Summer. Blooming wisteria and fish by Watanabe Shotei

"The thought of people reading in the sun, on a beach, tempts me to recommend dark books, written in the shadow of loneliness, despair, and death. Let these revelers feel a chill as they loll on their towels. Let Baudelaire’s ‘wing of madness’ pass over them like a scavenging seagull."
Anatole Broyard, from “Lending Books,” in A Passion for Books, ed. Harold Rabinowitz and Rob Kaplan (Three Rivers Press, 1999)
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With a coke problem almost as bad as Liam these days, Ian has out-Gallgher’d anyone in his family not named Monica. It is such a sorry state that the only thing that can save him is Mickey Milkovich. Who saw that coming? Well, besides the legions of Tumblr shippers. I like Mickey as a character so much that it’s okay, if only for tonight, Showtime decided to feed the fanbase by having Ian & Mickey enjoy a reunion fit for An Officer and a Gentleman.

Higher than the government of Toronto, Ian is passed out in a nice bed of Chicago sludge-snow when Mickey beats up his john and carries a near-comatose Ian on his back to a stolen Uber cab. It’s really the little moments in life. However this sentimental moment, as sarcastic and defiantly cynical as Mickey insists on being, is earned when Mandy forces Mickey to realize that he should make something “his fucking problem.” So he perfumes up, puts on his best shirt, and beats the crap out of the first gay man to insinuate he is queer in his search for Ian.

It seems expected that we will see more of Ian next week, as Mickey without a word chooses to kick his wife out of bed in favor for a passed out Ian. I look forward to seeing their real reconciliation, however violent it will undoubtedly become, in future episodes. At this point, they are the sanest couple this side of V and Kev.

"
Shamless Den of Geek Review {x} (via ianmickey)

I’m a pimp.

"My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for."
 Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown)
"

if only you could see yourself now,
you’re settling back into a quiet autumn
and you’ve missed the smell of must, rain, and tobacco
kissed into the corners and couches
of the same house you share with seven others.

you miss the girl who used to sleep on your couch
who had the skull of the bird she is named after
tattooed across her arm.
you are glad you stopped drinking.

it’s 2am and you’re staying up far too late.
you have an interview for a job in the morning
that you will come to hate in 2 months.
you’re not in love the way you expected.

some memories turned into broken drawers
that you chose to store all your knives in,
every time you open them, they always come spilling out towards you.
you miss having sex with people you also love.

precariousness is now the pillow you sleep upon,
and you no longer have such structured repeating romance.
you no longer have such a structured repeating life,
and I know it killed you that you knew it wasn’t forever.

i know i can’t stop you from panicking,
but it will all make sense.
you repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
until you realized it was too early to build such a life based on repetition.

you’re settling back into a quiet autumn,
and you’re stone sober at 4am after a Friday night
while the world starts to makes a strange kind of sense,
the same way words become meaningless when repeated enough times.

all of this
is to say,
you made it this far,
and i’m proud of you.

"
Brandon Speck, “A Letter to Myself, A Year Ago”  (via oofpoetry)
"The association of black males with criminality is as old as the country itself. Despite the crime statistics showing that whites are more likely to be victimized by other whites, the oft-repeated narrative that conflates blackness with criminality creates a fear among many whites that is as real as it is irrational. As Andrew Sullivan indicated, Cohen has a 0.00015% chance of being attacked by a black assailant. But his fear of black violence still remains pronounced, which helps explain why black males receive much harsher sentences than their white counterpart for similar offenses. This irrational fear helps explain why racial profiling is so prevalent. Finally, this irrational fear helps explain why most white Americans identify with Zimmerman instead of Trayvon, the unarmed teenager whom Zimmerman fatally shot while he was headed home. The prevalence of racial profiling and the stiffer sentences meted out to black males show that the justice system tend to devalue their humanity. Equally important, those policies, which severely impact African-American communities, indicate that white Americans have always been and continue to be in a position to inflict much greater harm on African Americans despite their unreasonable fear that they could fall victims to black violence."

amongthegods:

the cutest thing ever <3

chemicalfreelife:

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FOOD CHEMICALS:  The Marketing Illusion of Orange Juice
Straight from the fruit? Not really. The ads don’t show you the part where this so-called “healthy morning drink” is highly processed, injected with chemical “Flavor Packs”, filled with industrialized chemicals like Calcium Lactate and Ethyl Butyrate, and left in storage for a year.  
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"The so-called natural orange juice is flash-pasteurized, then "de-aerated" so that it won’t oxidise, stored in huge tanks, re-aerated, repasteurized, and re-enhanced with "flavor packs" to taste what they think it should have tasted like." -treehugger

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Orange Juice…It’s Like Drink Soda for Breakfast
treehugger.com
Orange juice is yet another example of how the food industry has convinced consumers that a processed product is somehow better than its original source. It’s like drinking soda pop for breakfast.
Orange juice does not deserve the reputation it enjoys as a healthy drink, nor should it be part of the ‘balanced breakfast’ that we’ve been taught to recognize. Far from being fresh, the so-called “freshly squeezed, not-from-concentrate, homestyle” orange juice that consumers buy in cartons or Tetra-Paks is often more than a year old.
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chemicalfreelife:

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FOOD CHEMICALS:  The Marketing Illusion of Orange Juice

Straight from the fruit? Not really. The ads don’t show you the part where this so-called “healthy morning drink” is highly processed, injected with chemical “Flavor Packs”, filled with industrialized chemicals like Calcium Lactate and Ethyl Butyrate, and left in storage for a year.  

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"The so-called natural orange juice is flash-pasteurized, then "de-aerated" so that it won’t oxidise, stored in huge tanks, re-aerated, repasteurized, and re-enhanced with "flavor packs" to taste what they think it should have tasted like." -treehugger

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Orange Juice…It’s Like Drink Soda for Breakfast

treehugger.com

Orange juice is yet another example of how the food industry has convinced consumers that a processed product is somehow better than its original source. It’s like drinking soda pop for breakfast.

Orange juice does not deserve the reputation it enjoys as a healthy drink, nor should it be part of the ‘balanced breakfast’ that we’ve been taught to recognize. Far from being fresh, the so-called “freshly squeezed, not-from-concentrate, homestyle” orange juice that consumers buy in cartons or Tetra-Paks is often more than a year old.

wretchedoftheearth:

jailor:

i dont think yall realise its illegal to take a picture of someone and put it on a social media site without asking their permission and i know thats really cliche of me to say but i mean honestly stop taking pictures of strangers you find attractive and putting it on tumblr

depending on where you live…

it’s creepy as fuck and why would you do it regardless of where you live? but in the US it’s definitely not illegal to take a picture of a random person in a public place and post it without permission

yes and plz realise that this applies to people from developing countries as well stop fucking taking pictures of “locals” without permission and especially don’t post them with captions like “poverty” or “beggar” like wtf

juliansballclenchingfalsetto:

*debates whether to buy something* *imagines aziz ansari saying “treat yo self”* *treats self*