Basically, my bestie is a bad-ass.

Basically, my bestie is a bad-ass.

Rap music is so diverse in its themes, its style, its content but when it becomes a vehicle to be talked about in mainstream news, the rap that gets in national news is always the rap music that perpetuates misogyny that is most obscene in its lyrics and then this comes to stand for what rap is. Really its for me the perfect paradigm of colonialism, that is to say, we think of rap music as a little third-world country, that young white consumers are able to go to and take out of it whatever they want. We would have to acknowledge that what young white consumers, primarily male, oftentimes suburban, most got energized by in rap music was misogyny, obscenity, pugilistic eroticism and therefore that form of rap began to make the largest sums of money.

bell hooks, cultural criticism — rap: authentic expression or market construct? (via ellesugars)

This. Lady.

(via heller)

4am Train, Sri Lanka

Run a plank through the middle of this. Hang an elbow out the side of this, lean your chin and stare at some point in the distance, the obscure point every tired commuter in the world stares numbly towards, through the scratched window of whatever.

This is the 4am train.

Hang your head out every few kilometers. Pinch your eyes together. Tie your braids in two white ribbons, clip a tie on, your white socks above your black shoes, and walk these train tracks and walk these train tracks. And tie a cow to a fence and hang your laundry on the line and sling your arm over the back of your friend and laugh. And burn a pile of trash. And raise your smoke. And cross your legs in a plastic chair, and pedal a dingy white bicycle and rise from the earth and twitch your ears and shake your head and hang it from the window of the 4am train.

thequeenofscream:

beeishappy:

Stephen Colbert salutes UVA’s Class of 2013 Followed by this.

FUCKING THANK YOU.

Oh Steven. What would we do without you?

(via waronidiocy)

You know what I need to do though? Put the phone down and ask myself who in the whole wide world is supposed to take responsibility for what I write if I won’t do it myself.

This week’s “Dear Polly” is pretty amazing. Havrilesky describes what has pretty much been the journey I’ve been on since tossing in the towel, moving across the planet and giving the full-time writing a go. Which is basically that I don’t want to do it, for the variety of reasons she highlights as well as some of my own. And guess what? The stuff I’ve written since getting off the career writing path and focusing on exactly what the hell I wanna write and what I have to say—it’s been waaaay better than anything I wrote while seeking validation/publication/applause/cookies.

I also love anyone who recommends people take responsibility of their own actions, and uses this much profanity.

Exchange between family members on my FB. I love my friends.

Exchange between family members on my FB. I love my friends.

“Fair” my ass

“Fair” my ass

As the French press laughs (x).

I’d marry him.

(via allisonkilkenny)

lovingsylvia:

Got some Sunday goodies for you! ;)

Sylvia Plath enjoys the beach in the summer of 1953!

<3 <3

If there’s any value in the current debate over Ramsey’s “checkered past,” to me, it is that so many people are daring to suggest that a man who went to prison for a series of violent crimes can be more than that; that people are more than the worst things they have ever done.

Man, why are some people so attached to the idea of simplicity, of easy clear lines between things? They don’t exist.

The only thing this proves to me is that we’re all much more complex than “criminal” or “hero,” “good” or “bad.”