Fancy Pants.

24 Years. American. Berkeley Graduate in Film & Digital Media. Los Angeles. Taken (conquered) by a Frenchman. Documentary Superfan. For those looking for a pattern: Movies. Johan Akan. Jake Gyllenhaal. Yoga. Hacky Sack. Literature. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Spain. Video Games. Art. Random.

[maisonderriere]

[blueandgoldmountainboi]

I swear the fuckin producers of the simpsons knew shit was an issue before anyone opened their eyes.

[overpricedvodka]

Lisa Bloom, (Gloria Allred’s daughter) is an attorney, author, CNN legal analyst, and founder of general-practice law firm The Bloom Firm.  Let me just tell you it’s nice to see an actual lawyer reading McCulloch and his team for filth.  These words aren’t more valuable because she’s a white woman, but it’s certainly heartening to see white allies publicly denouncing that miscarriage of justice.

Y’all should follow her on twitter.

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Really respect this series of tweets by Lisa Bloom. Got me asking a number of questions that I had not yet considered. 

[jedavu]

Amazing Face-Paintings Transform Models Into The 2D Works Of Famous Artists

by  Valeriya Kutsan

[silent-tundra]

If this isn’t the tightest shit you’ve seen then get the hell out of my face.

[wire-man]

I’ve reblogged this before, so I’m doing it again.

[thearetical]

Everyone lies about writing. They lie about how easy it is or how hard it was. They perpetuate a romantic idea that writing is some beautiful experience that takes place in an architectural room filled with leather novels and chai tea. They talk about their ‘morning ritual’ and how they ‘dress for writing’ and the cabin in Big Sur where they go to ‘be alone’—blah blah blah. No one tells the truth about writing a book. Authors pretend their stories were always shiny and perfect and just waiting to be written. The truth is, writing is this: hard and boring and occasionally great but usually not. Even I have lied about writing. I have told people that writing this book has been like brushing away dirt from a fossil. What a load of shit. It has been like hacking away at a freezer with a screwdriver. I wrote this book after my kids went to sleep. I wrote this book on the subways and on airplanes and in between setups while I shot a television show. I wrote this book from scribbled thoughts I kept in the Notes app on my iPhone and conversations I had with myself in my own head before I went to sleep. I wrote it ugly and in pieces… …Most authors liken the struggle of writing to something mighty and macho, like wrestling a bear. Writing a book is nothing like that. It is a small, slow crawl to the finish line.

Amy Poehler, in her preface to “Yes Please” (via thearetical)

TRUF.

(via mamrie)

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Fun facts about your sign here

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Jake Gyllenhaal for Esquire UK

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"BIG."

my life is changing in a BIG way this coming wednesday.

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Reblogging anything John Oliver related...

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"hypotheticals that seem too real."

my 24th birthday is in one week and I've barely thought about it. Not because I'm one of those people who hate birthdays - on the contrary, I rather enjoy any reason to get people together and gifts on top of it, what's not to like? - but because there's too much to think about. My boyfriend and I (yes, things certainly have changed since my last venture here; we're just shy of a year and three months together) received some terrible news this week that has just kept my stomach in knots and a frown on my face every time I think about it. I'm not one for being mysterious, but in this case, it's necessary. In all cases, it's driving me mad. Every time I sit down to think, I'm crafting these hypotheticals that seem too real and I'm just spinning these webs hoping for another outcome that doesn't lead me right back where I started - feeling hopeless. As angry and downright confused as I am, I can't help but feel more distressed for him. By far, he is experiencing much worse. It's my birthday in a week and I'm looking past that. I'm searching in three weeks, hoping to see a glimmer. A month, what lies there? Two months down the line, am I smiling or crying? What will these next several months be like? I'm not a religious man, but I am spiritual and I'm looking everywhere for a sign. But, that takes the mystique out of life, doesn't it? If we knew what was just around the corner, would it make the surprise less special or the struggle less powerful? If we're able to come out on the other end unscathed, are we stronger for doing so? Or, is this just something we tell ourselves? A way to rationalize the plain and simple truth that in most cases, we could handle knowing what was coming just fine. I can think of at least a couple instances where I'd appreciate knowing what would happen - small instances, of course. Nothing of universal grandeur that could alter the historical timeline of all humanity. Even a vague sense of the future could be beneficial. A yes or no to the question "Will this all be okay?" would suffice and I could go about my day, smiling, pleased as pie. Instead, I'm questioning, sulking, and speeding past my birthday to discover what news the future is writing.

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Best Kept Secret - Documentary 2013. Details two years in the life of special needs teacher, Janet Mino, as she struggles to find long-term, challenging programs and job placement for her students with autism after they graduate from high school. Please watch this. This woman and what she does for these children is absolutely amazing. Not to mention, if you're unfamiliar with autism and how it affects a person's life, this would be a good eye-opener.