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people who carry their groceries home on public transportation are stronger than any marine
“At the very corner of this old map is a country I long for. It is the country of apples, hills, lazy rivers, sour wine, and love. Unfortunately a huge spider has spun its web over it, and with sticky saliva has closed the toll gates of dreams” wrote the Polish writer, Zbigniew Herbert (1924 - 1998).
HAPPY 100th INDEPENDENCE DAY POLAND!
Me, buying pierogi in the dead of night from an elderly Slavic woman who sells frozen baked goods cash-only from the back of an unmarked van: Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff.
This is… so specific
It’s not real pierogi unless the person selling it is committing tax evasion. You can taste the difference.
Udomsak Krisanamis (Thai, b. 1966), Midnight in My Perfect World, 1997. Ink, acrylic resin and paper collage on canvas, 182.6 x 120.7 cm.
This picture of a bunch of college kids trying to keep from getting busted by the police is like something from a baroque painting
my third eye has astigmatism
She named her dog mukbang I’m screaming
┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ Trisha and Mukbang Paytas
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Dismissing Romeo and Juliet as dumb horny teens is OUT, crying because every attempt these children made to show love, kindness and tolerance in the face of senseless hate only led to more violence and death is IN
Columbus (2017) dir. Kogonada
“Andersen had the courage to write stories with unhappy endings. He didn’t believe that you should try to be good because it pays … but because evil stems from intellectual and emotiona…
Fairy tales — the proper kind, those original Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen tales I recall from my Eastern European childhood, unsanitized by censorship and unsweetened by American retellings — affirm what children intuitively know to be true but are gradually taught to forget, then to dread: that the terrible and the terrific spring from the same source, and that what grants life its beauty and magic is not the absence of terror and tumult but the grace and elegance with which we navigate the gauntlet.
(bold mine) I’m in love with this article, and with the articles it links to at the end. It sums up a lot of things I’ve felt for a while.
some hick who smokes like 87 joints a day and tailgates you then passes you in a do not pass zone going 65 mph in a 30 mph zone in his muddy jeep with no doors whose already balding at 23: well maybe immigrants shouldn’t have broken the law
Die ganze Stadt, Max Ernst, 1935/36
Heidi Prescott, Obscure Landscape,
Gone Girl / July 5th
As a wise philosopher named Marina once said “I know I’ve got a big ego .. I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal tho” 😪👌🏻💯
“I hope that the epitaph of the human race when the world ends will be: Here perished a species which lived to tell stories. We tell stories to strangers to ingratiate ourselves, stories to lovers to better adhere us skin to skin, stories in our heads to banish the demons. When we tell truth, often we are callous; when we tell lies, often we are kind. Through it all, we tell stories, and we own an uncanny knack for the task.”
— Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele (via prewars)