When I was just a little girl I asked my mummy what should I be?
“Fuck ‘should’,” she said.
(Source: troublesteady, via viperslut)
Reminds me of a surprisingly eloquent 4Chan post:
“I never got why people would kill themselves.
So if you die, you obviously don’t give a shit. Like, about anyone. ‘cause if there is anyone who loves you, you don’t give a FUCK about them, or hurting them, and if there’s not, there’s no one to give a shit about.
So instead of killing yourself why don’t you just get the fuck out? Leave the basement, leave your house, leave the mother fucking country. Go on an adventure. Spend your time doing something awesome, like tracking down some terrorists. Go be James Bond. Go fuck up a shark with a harpoon. Danger? Fuck that, you were going up against 100% death rate before, you’re being safe now. Fuck everything man the world is your oyster.
Sometimes I wish I was suicidal. I’d pull the barrel out of my mouth and point it in the air, start a revolution, LIVE. Move to Barcelona or Rome or Berlin, hit the bars, band some chicks. STD’s who fucking gives a shit?
And then when I’m done, maybe I wouldn’t want to kill myself, ‘cause I’ve seen how beautiful the world really is…”
(via viperslut)
(Some will say this is not the time. I disagree. This is the time when every mixed emotion needs to find voice.)
Since his arresting the early morning of January 11, 2011 — two years to the day before Aaron Swartz ended his life — I have known more about the events that began this…
Thread samples in the front of Design for Church Embroidery by A.R., Alethea Wiel (1894)
“The colour card at the beginning of the book has been insered by the kind permission of Messrs. Liberty & Co., of Regent Street, London; and A. R. cannot say enough in prais of their colours and filo floss silks sold by them. Many of the colours, she says, are perfect; and this verdict is made after comparing them with many original pictures of the old masters in Italy and elsewhere - the shades of red, green, blue, and browns being spoken of with special praise.”
(via theartofgooglebooks)
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
This rebranding video for Sierra Nevada from Digital Kitchen makes me want to go camping so damn badly.
