(Source: jtotheizzoe, via good)
“I was in the middle of magic, in the presence of genius. And thank God I knew it.”
Maria Tallchief
(Source: womenorgnow)
“I have been very promiscuous, sometimes with men I get to know better and sometimes with men I never see again, but the pleasure is mine. I did too many drugs until enough was enough, but I would not have missed it for all the drugs I haven’t done since. I am preternaturally truthful. I scream and yell about what bothers me. I promptly apologize when I am wrong, and sometimes when I am not, sometimes just to make things better: Love means having to say you are sorry quite a lot, actually. I spend money like it is going out of style, which it is. I wear very short skirts and very high heels whenever it is appropriate, and sometimes when it is not.”
Elizabeth Wurtzel
Officially cannot wait for this.
Here’s Ed Ward’s recent piece about The Queen’s years at Columbia Records.via @Questlove
"You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood."
— Junot Diaz (via wordsthat-speak)
(via amaalsdrifting)
In Focus: The Strange Beauty of Salt Mines
Salt, an essential element for all animal life, is abundant here on Earth, but it still requires extraction from stone deposits or salty waters. The process of mining that salt can produce beautiful landscapes, including deep, stable caverns, multicolored pools of water, and geometric carvings. Some of these locations have even become tourist destinations, serving as concert halls, museums, and health spas touting the benefits of halotherapy. Collected here are images of salt mines across the world, above and below ground.
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For Asian Women (Who In Place Of Therapy Think White Men Are Enuff)
Warning: the language here will be crude, but I’m responding to a fairly crude article. So there’s that. Also, the obvious must be stated. This post/article/essay is part of a current trend of writing which is less about ideas than provoking a reaction. Or, as Slate’s Anne Ishii so deftly labeled it, race trolling. Part of me suspects you over-stated your case in order to get a reaction, and the limited word count didn’t do you any favors. But, for the sake of argument, let’s take you at your word this time.
I’m not riled up because you’ve decided not to date Asian men. Who we find attractive — like all matters of taste — tends to be a complex cocktail, and one that lacks logic for the most part. I don’t like gin, you don’t like Asian penis. We could argue about it, about cultural stereotypes and minority myths and Western media, but I probably wouldn’t waste my time because ultimately, who you sleep with and why neither concerns me nor bothers me.
But, you tried to attach a logical rationale to an illogical prejudice. You tried to finger your distaste for “patriarchy” with one hand, then blame white supremacy and a need to fit into white “mainstream” culture (more on that later) on the other hand. It’s incoherent, it’s insulting and it’s absolutely idiotic. If you like white dick, fine. But white dick as your personal cultural escape hatch?
Come the fuck on.
