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never assume that the job is done, there is always something to do

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: A question: do I love laziness more than I love the feeling of accomplishing that work (writing, learning German, French, studying)? It seems that way. I take the path of least resistance and curl up with a book. Everyone else seems to be doing valuable work: social work, cancer research, teaching, degree getting, mothering. What can I do?]

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quotemadness

Never say ‘no’ to adventures. Always say ‘yes’, otherwise you’ll lead a very dull life.

Ian Fleming (via quotemadness)

You only live twice. Once you're born and once when you look death in the face

Ian Fleming

its been a long time

but i hope

the fam is ok

frankocean

i was raised christian. only had a few friends from different religions growing up. these days i’ve got family from agnostic to islam. my grandmother was pentecostal evangelical. she brought much of that fire and brimstone back to her household. my uncle tony said the other kids teased him and his siblings, called them “holyrollers”. so as you may or may not expect, my mother was, and still is, less than imposing when it comes to a particular system of belief. i was a practicing catholic for a short time. me and moms started going to separate churches when i was like 13. i never sang or played in the church though, unfortunately. i remember being kind of intimidated by the idea of it actually. church was the hood julliard to me. all the coldest musicians came out of there. the lady in the video…summa cum laude.

frankocean

“kicking up dust like the coliseum floors” - g.o.o.d music

frankocean

southern smoque

Four 4’s I’m tippin’ Wood grain I’m grippin’ Catch me lane switchin’ with the paint drippin’ Turn yo’ neck and your dame missin’ Me & Slim we ain’t trippin’ I’m finger flippin’ and syrup sippin’ Like Do or Die I’m po’ pimpin’ Car stop rims keep spinnin’ I’m flippin’ drop with invisible tops Hoes bop when my drop step out I’m shakin’ the block with four 18s Candy green with 11 screens My gasoline always supreme Got Doe-Doe the brown with a pint of lean It takes a grinda to be a king It takes a grinda to be a king First round draft pick comin’ Who is Mike Jones? comin’ Slab shining with the grill and woman Slab shining with the grill and woman I’m Mike Jones who Mike Jones The one and only You can’t clone me Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies Some friends and some phony Back then hoes didn’t want me, now i’m hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn’t want me, now i’m hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn’t want me, now i’m hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn’t want me, now i’m hot hoes all on me

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I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?

frankocean

what are your views on the illuminati?

i don’t form views on the illuminati man. i look at it like this, if it doesn’t exist (which it doesn’t) then i would be wasting the time i have to think about real things. and if it does exist (which, it doesn’t) and is currently controlling the world and all like people say.. then i don’t see how my views on it would matter too much.