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he was a boy, she was a girl, could i make it anymore heteronormative

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Why beatboxers can never cross the street (w/ Roman Campolo & Ismail Evans)
People From Classic Paintings Inserted Into Modern City Life
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This is so awesome! ❤

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Erich Hartmann (German-American, 1922-1999, b. Munich, Germany) - USA. Long Island City, NYC. Mannequin Factory, 1969 Photography
Pro writing tip:
Write for someone. Make it like a letter that you hope they’ll reply to. Write to be understood, write to communicate your ideas efficiently.
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It’s not meant to be a strife It’s not meant to be a struggle uphill
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If only life could be a little more tender and art a little more robust.
RIP Alan Rickman February 21 1946 - January 14 2016

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I never want to be tricked into thinking that one person or a relationship is more important than what I've got going on in my own life.
‘The Gods,” Albert Camus writes, “had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.” Your New Year’s resolution, which begins today, is your rock. Every day you will push it up the hill, only to watch it roll back down again. Some day soon, maybe a week from now or in mid-February, you will lace your sneakers for that new 2-mile daily run and your mind will go to work on you. “Why am I doing this? It’s cold out, and I hate running. My energy level hasn’t increased, and I haven’t lost a pound. It’s making me miserable, and I don’t want to do it anymore.” And you won’t. You will abandon your rock and rejoice at being free of the weight. But the feeling won’t last because, as Camus says, “one always finds one’s burden again.” You will make other resolutions, on arbitrary dates throughout the year, in the never-ending pursuit of a better version of yourself. You will envision a thinner you, and the diet will begin. You will wake one morning with an indescribable emptiness and decide that a new hobby will fill the void. You will act unkindly toward someone you care about, and vow then and there to become a better person. That is the absurdity of the human condition and the dark side of hope: Every breath is expelled in the pursuit of an imagined future. “I hope that denying myself chocolate makes me thinner, because then I will finally approve of me.” “I hope painting becomes my passion, because then I will be fulfilled.” “I hope that by doing good deeds, my life will have value.” For their punishment to constitute torture, the Gods rely on the same kind of hope: “If I can just get this rock to the top of the mountain,” they want Sisyphus to whisper to himself, “then everything will be better.” Disappointment, they know, is inherent in the wish. But the Gods underestimate him. Even amid this eternal and futile labor, Sisyphus finds joy in his burden, his fate. He becomes the “master of his days.” “The struggle itself toward the heights,” Camus writes of Sisyphus, “is enough to fill a man’s heart.” Torture isn’t pushing the rock, it’s pushing the rock toward a destination. So run not to be a runner, but to feel the cold air in your lungs and hear the whooshing sound of the world as you move through it. Paint not to be a painter, but because you love how the brush feels in your hand as it streaks color across a once-blank canvas. Be kind not to be a better person, but because it feels unnatural to be otherwise. “One must imagine Sisyphus happy,” Camus says, and it’s sacred advice. To find joy in the doing is the best way to exist in the world. It is the secret to life and resolutions.
‘The Myth of Sisyphus’ and Resolutions [x] (via acknowledgetheabsurd)
‘I’ is an other, or the paradox of inner sense. The activity of thought applies to a receptive being, to a passive subject which represents that activity to itself, rather than enacts it, which experiences its effect rather than initiates it, and which lives it like an Other within itself.
Deleuze | Difference & Repetition (via the-former-anarcho-animeism)
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“A devout cat lives at a fourteen hundred year old museum Hagia Sophia in Turkey, guarding and preserving its religious and cultural history every single day. His name is Gli.
He is a loyal feline that resides in the 1,475 year old museum. He is slightly cross eyed but a whole lot of cute.”
(via http://www.flickr.com/photos/7594928@N04/5222195178/ and http://lovemeow.com/2013/06/loyal-cat-lives-at-the-hagia-sophia-in-istanbul/)
On this episode of cribs
“This is where the catnip happens”
He is legit. I love you Gli.
Art can never be so well served as by a negative thought. Its dark and humiliated proceedings are as necessary to the understanding of a great work as black is to white.
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus. (via acknowledgetheabsurd)