in the pursuit of something

"tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. these, our bodies, possessed by light. tell me we'll never get used to it" - richard siken

[litafficionado]

Sans soleil(1983), dir. by Chris Marker

[radiocandy]

friendly reminder that famous viner curtis lepore is a rapist.

[ithadtobethemoon]

as long as people are still watching his vines I will keep reblogged this

[saramlyons]

for those of you who’ve been wondering, clashist has pulled the whatever hands t-shirt due to “similarities” to my own work, though they stand by their claim that it’s an original design.  i don’t agree, but i do appreciate that clashist decided to pull the design from their line in good faith.

[inthepursuitofsomething]

I felt bad when Wendy was found. I knew that I would not feel the same again about my school or friends or the place I lived. The whole world. And I felt sad about her body. Which was like my body. Being able to devote myself to the study of Bruce and his friends made me feel better because I was doing something. Because it was a rational thing to do, to consider my ethical obligations. It would hardly be rational to accept that I live inside a thing made of flesh that people capture, hide, and then wait in line to rape.

So Much Pretty by Cara Hoffman

[inthepursuitofsomething]

Because of course it's nothingness that awaits us. Of course it is. If it weren't, why would our hearts keep pumping any longer than they had to? Why wouldn't we all emerge into the world, pure and innocent, and then, before we had a chance to get into any trouble--before we even had a chance to take our first, oily shit--just immediately shut down our systems and head straight to the hereafter? If there were a better life after death, why bother getting fitter for survival's sake? Why would evolution even be a thing? Why fight for something second best? If death was really awesome, in a life-or-death situation, our bodies wouldn't muscle up with epinephrine and cortisol, our brains would hit us up instead with sloppy sleepy happy love. Hannibal Lector would be our Mickey Mouse. No. There's fuck-all to look forward to. Our bodies undersatnd this. The real problem is, it's unbearable to know this. So we cope. We fashion faith and magic and online personality tests, orthopedic inserts for the five-inch stiletto heel that is mortality. And you know what: We're good at it--we're really fucking good at coping.

"Dear Daughter" by Elizabeth Little

[sarasayad]

[captainragtag]

hey what if someone invented a machine that allowed women to transfer their pregnancies to men and then the government passed a law that if a woman didn’t want to have a baby the biological father was required to carry it how fast do you think birth control would stop being an issue

[iidelirium]

BEST NIGHTBLOG POST EVER

[sevenpoints]

"IT’S UNETHICAL TO FORCE PEOPLE TO CARRY A BABY!!!!" MEN SHOUT

"NO FUCKING SHIT!!!!" WOMEN REPLY

[glitterforbreakfast]

Bad Girl Appreciation Post: Mark Her Words.

Some favorite pins.

[meta-child]

[whatdraysay-deactivated20151125]

so true

[juliawegotcows]

I just want to write someone’s favorite book.

Markus Zusak at a Goodreads livestream on November 5, 2013 (via thegirlandherbooks)

[analogplanets-deactivated201604]

[thegentleinman-deactivated20120]

[inthepursuitofsomething]

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.” -Henry David Thoreau

[nevver]

Candy Heart

[adultrunaway]

[peachnaked]

her fave,

[jessicasea]

happy valentine’s day!

[unlimited-chances]

[inthepursuitofsomething]

"He could not see that we were never really his to lose. We belonged only to each other."

Erin Kelly, "The Burning Air"