My Conglomeration.

A collection of my thoughts, finds, and photography.

[unrar]

India, Delhi, 1972. People sleeping near the Red Fort, by Ferdinando Scianna.  

[mymindportfolio]

He calls my hands magic.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Be patient with me, always. I love you rather a lot. Damn.

Iris Murdoch, from a letter to David Hicks c. November 1945 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mymindportfolio]

He said, "Your bottom lip..." and he kissed me again.

[wordsnquotes]

I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don’t want to shrink back just because something isn’t easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can’t and I can.

Kristin Armstrong (via exoticwild)

[tunameltd0wn]

hey guys friendly reminder from your fave Canadian that esk*mo is a slur so please don’t use it!

I see it usually in the context of “esk*mo kisses” which may pop up when people talk about their ships and their headcanon, but it means “snow eaters” in cree and is a slur against Inuit people so please just don’t use it!

and I would appreciate if u reblogged this because people outside Canada don’t seem to know this for the most part

[nanyangosaurus]

Also if you want to refer to ‘‘eskimo kisses’‘ and not use that term the Inuit term for it is ‘‘kunik’‘. It’s a traditional greeting usually between relatives or a child and an adult, although it’s a little different from nose kisses so most Canadians call it ‘‘Inuit kiss’‘ and I’ve heard other people call it ‘‘bunny kisses’’. Either way there’s no excuse to use ‘‘eskimo’‘ in this context or another.

[digidiskette]

Learn something new everyday

[ohgodshesloose]

And yes, we know we have a football team named the Esk*mos. It’s our own version of the Redskins problem, but Canadians are so resistant to the idea they could do anything racist there’s been zero progress made in changing it.

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

Can you imagine the world if we only saw souls and not bodies?

Hedonist Poet (via oiseauperdu)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It’s bad too to tell you how tired I am — so maddeningly tired — but maybe I have to be tired to wake up — I’ve had enough — I feel bored to distraction with people and things — I’m ready for my own company again and lots of it too.

Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[binah-lance]

man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I’ve been restless and scattered; it’s like taking sleeping draughts: I try my best to put off thinking about you…

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. February 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[artschoolglasses]

Belvedere Gardens

Vienna, Austria

[mymindportfolio]

And suddenly, the weight of loneliness rests on you... it's dark, your sheets are smooth, and there is no one to say goodnight to.

[lovesicksilence]

Don’t worry my dear, you have the forest running through your veins.

A lovely pagan women who gave me a tarot card reading. (via f-u-g-i-t-i-v-o)

[thatkindofwoman]

Sometimes, you just want to hand a bottle back and forth with someone, with the lights low, feet brushing against each other, as you sit on the floor. You want to read paragraphs aloud from philosophy books, and smile. You want to kiss their neck, just behind their ear. Their cheek just southwest of their eye. You want to whisper french terms of endearment. You want to tell them about the last time you cut yourself, or accidentally looked down to find blood from a scratch on your knuckle. 

You want to play the music a little too loud. You want to whisper the lyrics. You want to lose sleep. You want to cry a bit, from laughing so hard. You want to not touch at all except for fingertips. You want to dance, throwing your arms around, your hair a mess. Collapse with joy etched on your face. 

You want to lift the bottle up to your mouth and notice them watching your lips. You want them to want. You want to want. You want to mourn the 30 degree drop in temperature, and the week ahead. You want to tell them what you fear the most.

But most of all, you want to get drunk off the taste of them. Lips on lips. Drunk off the night, and the whiskey. The secrets, the laughter. Drunk off the idea that you didn’t have to be anything other than yourself. 

[bibliochor-deactivated20170422]

“A man’s appetite can be hearty, but a woman with an appetite is always voracious: her hunger always overreaches, because it is not supposed to exist. If she wants food, she is a glutton. If she wants sex, she is a slut. If she wants emotional care-taking, she is a high-maintenance bitch or, worse, an “attention whore”: an amalgam of sex-hunger and care-hunger, greedy not only to be fucked and paid but, most unforgivably of all, to be noticed.”

— Jess Zimmerman, Hunger Makes Me

[amanda-online]

art by: Sally Nixon

[chuwenjie]

It’s been an emotional week. I wanted to share this encounter I had with a very hateful man on the Pittsburgh bus because it reminds me that there are brave people in this world. Let’s all do everything we can to stand up for each other.