Damn, Gina

itscolossal:

Ornate Dragons Painted with a Single Brush Stroke

I am physically and emotionally spent and am just going to watch this over and over.

Me: I'm a mess.
Nick: Aw, but you're a hot mess.
Me: Thanks honey, but I don't think they mean it that way.
Nick: Yeah, I've never really been clear on what that means.
Last night at Freddy’s


We knew we would never get our ears double pierced, dye our hair, or take it in the ass. We divided our diary quotes into silver ink for authors and black ink for our own thoughts, so we wouldn’t look at it later and wonder “was this Lord Byron, or me?” We made an outline of how we wanted life to fall into place. We weren’t allowed to play outside so got a lot of life lessons from our grandma’s Spanish soap operas. We had sworn allegiance to our gay boyfriend. We felt so superior and removed from everyone else and their college bullshit. We had plans to move back to New York and do something Shakespearean. We were going to love life and then we’d show Colin! We knew that our best friend Susan couldn’t love Rick Springfield as much as we did. We heard our parents fighting on Christmas Eve because the Christmas tree was full of ants and hoped they wouldn’t divorce. We described Jenna’s eyes as “blue pools of endless light” and our own as “forest green.”  We filled our journal with quotes from Jack Kerouac, Albert Camus, and Final Fantasy 7. We realized that AOL was the root of every fight we’d had with Alexis for the past year. We were dead set on our goal of moving to New York City and becoming a professional writer of erotic fiction. We imagined our amazing apartment, with ashtrays strewn about next to bowls of clementines. We wrote a novel at age 13 titled “Beauty and the Geek.” We felt that Lolita was a lot like our relationship with Colin, only perverted. We referred to Jennifer as “Jennifart.” We fell from our own constructed ideas of grace. We were proud of the bit of our story where the terrorist jumped out a window and landed on a fast-moving milk delivery truck. We thought that just because we felt different things didn’t mean we should be outcasted. We told him that our feelings were real and they were there and we were stuck with them and so was he. We are CRINGE.

garbagelover666:

boyexemplified:

yeahnodudehella:

Masculinity is so fragile.

MAN CAVE STRONG! PROTECT FAMILY, DEPENDABLE FISHING!!!

COMPASSIONATE SPORTS!!!! ELECTRONIC FATHER

garbagelover666:

boyexemplified:

yeahnodudehella:

Masculinity is so fragile.

MAN CAVE STRONG! PROTECT FAMILY, DEPENDABLE FISHING!!!

COMPASSIONATE SPORTS!!!! ELECTRONIC FATHER

tfsiosociety:

Know that Mike Brown was murdered without reason.
Know they left his body out, like they left out lynched Black folk to scare people
Know his community was grieving
Know they wanted solidarity and justice
Know they protested peacefully
Know they gathered
Know the police…

I had an apocalyptic dream the other night. Some group was targeting people who used the internet, or had smartphones, or had any “sinful” actions, like using curse words and drinking alcohol and having sex, or just liking British television comedies. This group got enough power in a hurry that they took over everything and society as we know it broke down completely. I got caught at a barricade and put into a bus to a camp, separated from my husband and some friends by rubble and troops and barbed wire. The whole dream I kept thinking, “Wow, this really came out of nowhere… how had I not heard about this before? Had no one shared anything about this online?”

stele3:

Ferguson Police have dogs and shotguns. The unarmed crowd is raising their hands.

For anyone not following the Mike Brown story on Twitter: a 17 year old black boy named Mike Brown, who was supposed to start college tomorrow, was shot to death in Ferguson, Missouri by police while jaywalking. He was unarmed. He was shot 9 times.

Initial media reports claimed that an 18 year old black man had been shot and killed while fleeing police after shoplifting.

People in the neighborhood, including members of Mike Brown’s family, came out of their homes and began to protest, shouting “no justice, no peace,” and keeping their hands in the air.

Media reports claimed that a violent mob quickly formed around the shooting location shouting “kill the police.”

Spread this. Tell the truth about what happened to this boy. Tell the truth about what is happening NOW. The police and the mainstream media is painting him as a criminal, and his community as a violent mob.

SPREAD THIS. Don’t let them lie.

It’s never not a good time to read Wikipedia’s List of bog bodies.

homedesigning:

Ion hotel in Reykjavik, Iceland

These photos are like ice water for my August eyeballs.