wayward

like life is life is life

[fawnaura]

Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I, from My Body is a Haunted House

[waaayward]

[mtv]

Because friendships > relationships always 💛 | 🎨: @artbabygirl

[lifeinpoetry]

you will never grasp clasp my power

voltage to resist persist coexist shapeshift conductor for your spark

my skin is brown to caution you of my fire

— Vivek Shraya, “vishvarupa,” even this page is white      

[fettesans]

Top, anonymous found photograph, from the Daniel D. Teoli Jr. Archival Collection. Via. Bottom, photograph by Nicolas Coulomb & Florence Tétier, from the CamperLab x Novembre Magazine editorial, 2017. Via. More.

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You abuse me for objec­tiv­ity, call­ing it indif­fer­ence to good and evil, lack of ideas and ideals, and so on. You would have me, when I describe horse thieves, say: “Steal­ing horses is an evil.” But that has been known for ages with­out my say­ing so. Let the jury judge them; it’s my job sim­ply to show what sort of peo­ple they are. I write: you are deal­ing with horse thieves, so let me tell you that they are not beg­gars but well-fed peo­ple, that they are peo­ple of a spe­cial cult, and that horse steal­ing is not sim­ply theft but pas­sion. Of course it would be pleas­ant to com­bine art with a ser­mon, but for me per­son­ally it is impos­si­ble, owing to the con­di­tions of tech­nique. You see, to depict horse thieves in seven-hundred lines I must all the time speak and think in their tone and feel in their spirit. Oth­er­wise, the story will not be as com­pact as all short sto­ries ought to be. When I write, I reckon entirely upon the reader to add for him­self the sub­jec­tive ele­ments that are lack­ing in the story.

Anton Chekhov, Letter to A. S. Suvorin, April 1, 1890. Via.

[youngmanhattanite]

As a Congress of Racial Equality (CORE) officer, a 20-year-old Bernie Sanders leads students in a multi-week sit-in to oppose segregation in off-campus housing owned by the University of Chicago.

What did YOU do when you were 20?

[poetryconcrete]

City of Bam (destroyed in December 26, 2003), photo by Lynn Davis, 2001, in Iran.

[urbain]

Tokyo Flooding – The Defences Protecting the City (Christoffer Rudquist)

[thefader]

14K GOLD, VIBRATING SILICONE, MEDICAL-GRADE COOLING GEL: THESE DAYS, THERE’S A MASK TO ADDRESS EVERY POSSIBLE IMPERFECTION. 

[humantocryptid]

[grossmary]

[thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop]

along the plain of six glaciers by manyfires on Flickr.

[waaayward]

(via Pink waterfall | AnOther Loves)

[waaayward]

(via Hotel Posada Mirador, Mexico | AnOther Loves)

[waaayward]

(via Salmon-crested cockatoo | AnOther Loves)

[archatlas]

LUMINOSITY Joseph Michael

Arachnocampa luminosa is a species of glow-worm endemic to the island nation of New Zealand. These long exposure photographs were captured in a number of limestone caves in the North Island. The 30 million year old formations form a majestic backdrop to the bioluminescence of the glow-worms.

[fettesans]

Left, uncredited product image for Forearm Forklift Lifting Straps. Right, photograph by Cristina De Middel, Laimotele, 2014. Via.

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I think that “privacy” is to contemporary female art what “obscenity” was to male art and literature of the 1960s. The willingness of someone to use her life as primary material is still deeply disturbing, and even more so if she views her own experience at some remove. There is no problem with female confession providing it is made within a repentant therapeutic narrative. But to examine things coolly, to thrust experience out of one’s own brain and put it on the table, is still too confrontational.

Chris Kraus, Video Green: Los Angeles Art and the Triumph of Nothingness, 2004. Via.

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Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride, 1993. Via.