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Paris Cityscape Photography by Zsolt Hlinka
Hungarian photographer Zsolt Hlinka captured one of the world’s largest and most beautiful muses, Paris, in a never before seen perspective. A traditional and overused subject in art the city of Paris is often depicted as glamorous or beautifully sad. But Hlinka manages to capture its systematic beauty and delicate elegance unanimously without transforming his images into a cliche. View more images below.
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Claude Monet
My want has burning fingers; You are the first person not to ask me to put out all my light.
Emma Bleker, ”i cannot tell you how fantastic it feels to be allowed to burn after years of being given fire extinguishers as birthday presents” (via aestheticintrovert)
Mentally woven images float until you're weighed down.
So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache
~Pablo Neruda (via armchairoxfordscholar)
Peach Wine Slushies
So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me and reminded me that there are good things in the world.
Vincent Van Gogh (via gensdumonde)
someone i went to school with back in my ontario days posted this on facebook and i am proud to say that the only things i relate to on this entire list are the téléfrançais ones
Plath often sets off something primal for young women. She expresses powerful, taboo emotions—rage, sorrow, the desire for revenge—in a way that often encourages those young women to take their own inner lives seriously, and to spend quite a lot of time working out how to express them. Those emotions can be powerful and liberating. … This is not to say that there aren’t real criticisms to be made when it comes to Plath’s work, and I realize that women and feminists are often the ones to make them. But making fun of “the girl who thinks she’s Sylvia Plath” is making fun of the girl who takes her inner life seriously; seriously enough to write about it in some pretty stark terms, without feeling embarrassed. … When I was wandering through the library, grabbing anything with a female name on it, I was really looking for teachers. More important, I was looking for women to tell me that writing was possible. I needed evidence that someone like me, a young girl, could one day be a serious writer, and that female voices matter. Sylvia Plath’s poetry was pretty damn compelling evidence of all that.
From Performing Plath by Sady Doyle, at Rookie Mag (via amourstatique)
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful
"Life is going to present to you a series of transformations. And the point of education should be to transform you. To teach you how to be transformed so you can ride the waves as they come. But today, the point of education is not education. It’s accreditation. The more accreditation you have, the more money you make. That’s the instrumental logic of neoliberalism. And this instrumental logic comes wrapped in an envelope of fear. And my Ivy League, my MIT students are the same. All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid."
- Junot Díaz, speaking at Yale (via avelvetmood)
I think the average guy thinks they’re pro-woman, just because they think they’re a nice guy and someone has told them that they’re awesome. But the truth is far from it. Unless you are actively, consciously working against the gravitational pull of the culture, you will predictably, thematically, create these sort of fucked-up representations.
Junot Diaz (via luciaferr)
This is how you lose her. You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. You must remember when she forgets. You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. She remembers when you forget. You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good. You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.
Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via golden-notes)
I am a latina
I am do not exist to cook, clean and fuck
I am not a thing that spits out words in spanish when you put coins in me
My anger is legitimate, not another thing for you to be turned on by
I am capable of coming in different sizes and colors, do not assume i am not a latina based on my appearance
Not your Gloria from modern family, not your devious maid, not your spicy señorita
Not “spanish”, not “hispanic”
I am me, a human, so treat me as one
“In Mexico they say when someone you love dies, a part of you dies with them. But they forget to mention that a part of them is born in you—not immediately. I’ve learned, but eventually, and gradually. It’s an opportunity to be reborn.”
Sandra Cisneros
In the afterword to “Have You seen Marie?”
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