human beings or human beans? are we human or are we vegetables?
planning trips in which you never come back but yet, you never actually leave for feels borderline insane
Planning a trip within the year (or more) in which I go to europe, alone and happy, and never come back.
Let’s bone and make out in front of old victorian houses all summer.
An abandoned Atlanta school’s bathroom is slowly reclaimed by ivy and kudzu.
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Do stuff, be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.
Susan Sontag
the greeks would call it stasis
I am absolutely sprung by the shell of my interior. I have drowned myself in my self and have kept my self shut in, tight, grasping towards light — civilization — prosperity. Strangled in desire of fidelity towards the barometer of who I am. Consistently thinking dialectically has proven itself fatal. I am sure this is necessary in growth — intellectually and emotionally but it is so difficult to conceive what my emotions currently are and jotting absolution onto paper is naught. I have become a martyr of suppressed emotion. How do you articulate yourself when you cannot dictate on the reality of a reality? I have not divulged myself in enough possibilities to breathe properly and I cannot come afloat when I am stuck in this self-made chaos. Once again, this is necessary in growth of mind — wide open, variable and vulnerable.
I long for certainty of self even in limitless, uncontrollable explosions of life that spring from the fertile depths of early adulthood. After harboring carefulness and worry, I have concluded that often times, certainty comes from naiveté. I want to scream to the universe, in broken words, black circles encasing my eyes — “i have thrown myself into the fire, i have opened the void, cut me some slack, I am at your door, crying sanctuary,” but that talk will ensue silence and I will realize I am giving up/giving in. How do I live beautifully, calmly and serenely, in uncertainty? Am I too young to know certainty? What is this maddening duality that is constantly repeating in my head? Betrayal of myself, violation of my own foundation. Frustrated, reduced, helpless, lost, attempting to reconfigure my atoms and the calcium inside my bones.
I should sit down and talk with myself.
Susannah Liguori in Truisms (Two) shot by Tyrone Leblon 2012
(Source: dustulator)
"American Dream": Food loaded into Dumpsters while Hundreds of Hungry Americans Restrained by Police
what a waste, are you joking?!
“In a capitalist society, the motive behind the production of food is not to feed people, housing is not made to give them shelter, clothing is not made to keep them warm, and health care is not offered primarily to keep people healthy. All of these things, which are and should be viewed as basic rights, are nothing other than commodities—to be bought and sold—from which to make a profit. If a profit cannot be made, usually due to overproduction in relation to the market, the commodity is considered useless by the capitalist and destroyed.”
absolute callousness by greedy, power-hungry pricks
