whatever your little heart desires

shit son that's the stuff

[newyorker]

A cartoon by Edward Steed. 

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[sosuperawesome]

Natalie Foss on Society6

[hopeisabeast]

disapppointment

[thatsabunchabullshit]

... the train spent the greatest part of our journey standing still. No one appeared to be exasperated by this except myself. Several passengers seemed to have friends at every station with whom they could sit around a fountain and gossip long and lazily. One old woman was met by different little groups in a dozen-odd towns - between these encounters she wept with such abandon that the Australian doctor became alarmed: why no, she said, there was nothing he could do, it was just that seeing all her relatives made her so happy.

Truman Capote, A Ride through Spain

[buttwyatt]

[reasonsmysoniscrying]

We took the boys to a baseball game and thought we were doing a pretty good job explaining the rules until my 4yo asked which guy was the “vampire”.

[cartoonpolitics]

except he kinda does ..

[sandandglass]

Why? With Hannibal Buress s01e01

[illbegotdamn]

Realest shit

[catonhottinroof-deactivated2023]

Yoshio Markino (1869-1956) 

Hyde Park from the Serpentine Bridge, London

[pitchfork]

Beach House’s “Sparks” is named Best New Track 

[the-perks-of-being-black]

“…When I say the greatest athlete in a generation, I mean the greatest in any sport. Sorry, LeBron. Sorry, Tiger. Sorry, Derek. For fifteen years, over two generations of tennis, Williams has been a spectacular and constant yet oddly uncherished national treasure. She is wealthy and famous, but it seems that she should be more famous, the most famous. Anyone who likes sports should love Williams’s dazzling combination of talent, persistence, style, unpredictability, poise, and outsized, heart-on-her-sleeve flaws. 

But not everyone loves her. Part of this is owing to the duelling -isms of American prejudice, sexism, and racism…. 

…But it’s not enough to say that Williams would be more uniformly adored if she were a white woman, or a man. Instead, the failure to fully appreciate her importance is perhaps evidence of our inability to appreciate the stubbornly unfamiliar narrative arc of her career. Williams is underloved because, at times, she has been unlovable and, in the end, mostly unrepentant about it—something that might be admired as iconoclastic in a male athlete, but rarely endears women to a wide audience…. 

[Recently,] after a disappointing showing in the three previous Grand Slam tournaments, Williams said that she adopted a new way of thinking about the game, to put less pressure on herself by appreciating what she had already accomplished. ‘That’s the beauty of my career,’ she said before the Open. ‘I don’t need to do anything at all. Everything I do from this day forward is a bonus. Actually, from yesterday. It doesn’t matter. Everything for me is just extra.’ This is surely wisdom, but it is also a form of sports sacrilege. I don’t have anything to prove; I have been great—so great, in fact, that at this point winning doesn’t even matter.” 

Excerpted from an article by Ian Crouch for New Yorker Magazine

Photograph by Darron Cummings/AP

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Here’s the Exclusive First Look at Carrie Brownstein’s Memoir Cover

[missdontcare-x]

trying to hide your gay in front of family like..

[florenceandthecodeine]

Carrie Brownstein throwing first pitch at a Mariners game (x)

[safeasmilkv]

[thatsabunchabullshit]

Virginia Oldoini, Countess of Castiglione, 1863

[fyeahhozier]

Hozier, Brittany Howard & Father John Misty: The Billboard Cover Shoot

[nponactb-deactivated20151225]

¿Por qué necesito humillarme? ¿Por qué necesito llamar a quien no quiere venir y por qué me entristece recibir a quien llega con deseos de verme? ¿Por qué el amor de alguien a mí, infunde en mí odio por ese alguien y por qué la indiferencia de cualquiera me fascina? Aún si todo va serenamente, necesito cada dos o tres meses, una noche de hundimiento.

Alejandra Pizarnik. 12/ III (1965)

[wordswilling]

The secret story is the one we’ll never know, although we’re living it from day to day, thinking we’re alive, thinking we’ve got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn’t matter. But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie.

Roberto Bolaño, Last Evenings on Earth (via wordswilling)