12 4 / 2014

"There is no longer any distinction between reality and its representation; there is only the simulacrum."

10 4 / 2014

I love my sister! Let’s throw it back to 1980,y’all. #tbt #siblings

I love my sister! Let’s throw it back to 1980,y’all. #tbt #siblings

09 4 / 2014

Crossing
by TC Tolbert


When you hold me there are words for that.
I do not remember the words for that but I remember that there are words.
There are not words for when you do not hold me.
I remember that there are no words in the world so I say them.
Abolishing a line is only one way to mark it.
My throat hurts from saying so much nothing.
When I say I love you what I really mean to ask is, can I change?

09 4 / 2014

09 4 / 2014

I am already the proud owner of a katiecandraw Doctor Who Cats print (favorite score from NYCC 2013) … The Avengers Cats, tho … I mean, come on. Look at that sweet little Nick Furrrrrrrry. Irresistible. 

I am already the proud owner of a katiecandraw Doctor Who Cats print (favorite score from NYCC 2013) … The Avengers Cats, tho … I mean, come on. Look at that sweet little Nick Furrrrrrrry. Irresistible. 

(Source: katiecandraw)

08 4 / 2014

"Equal Pay Day marks the symbolic point in the year when women’s earnings catch up with their male peers’ — that is, a woman would have to work from January 1, 2013 until April 8, 2014 to make what a man made in 2013 alone."

08 4 / 2014

My House
by Nikki Giovanni

i only want to
be there to kiss you
as you want to be kissed
when you need to be kissed
where i want to kiss you
cause its my house and i plan to live in it

i really need to hug you
when i want to hug you
as you like to hug me
does this sound like a silly poem

i mean its my house
and i want to fry pork chops
and bake sweet potatoes
and call them yams
cause i run the kitchen
and i can stand the heat

i spent all winter in
carpet stores gathering
patches so i could make
a quilt
does this really sound
like a silly poem

i mean i want to keep you
warm

and my windows might be dirty
but its my house
and if i can’t see out sometimes
they can’t see in either

english isn’t a good language
to express emotion through
mostly i imagine because people
try to speak english instead
of trying to speak through it
i don’t know maybe it is
a silly poem

i’m saying it’s my house
and i’ll make fudge and call
it love and touch my lips
to the chocolate warmth
and smile at old men and call
it revolution cause what’s real
is really real
and i still like men in tight
pants cause everybody has some
thing to give and more
important need something to take

and this is my house and you make me
happy
so this is your poem

07 4 / 2014

OMG LOLZZZZZZZZ

patrickvoltage: you must see this! 

(Source: cunningfoxes, via david)

07 4 / 2014

flavorpill:

Hopefully this will decrease the amount of tourists holding up traffic while crossing Abbey Road

10 Classic Album Covers Seen on Google Street View

07 4 / 2014

Remembering the Isa Genzken Retrospective at MoMA. Full photo set online in my public Facebook album