February 2012
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“Find out what the next thing is that you can push, that you can invent, that you...”
– Paula Scher (via ohlivia)
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“Consider reading as the act by means of which a text takes on meaning and...”
– A History of Reading
when you don’t want to go to sleep because your hair is ~~perfect~~
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"Virginia is pretty scary right now," and why that...
Recently Virginia legislators attempted to pass a series of bills that would limit women’s access to contraception, abortions, and other basic health necessities.
Governor Bob McDonnell repealed the law prohibiting employers from discriminating against and unlawfully terminating the employment of LGBTQ individuals.
Within the past week Confederate-pride types have been marching in...
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RVA declared 'next hipster city' →
“I think it is absolutely the responsibility of an artist to look into darkness...”
– Drew McWeeny (The Bigger Picture: What happens when we find The Line as viewers? - HitFix.com)
“Intersectionality is not optional. It is not something you can take off and put...”
– Intersectionality Is Not Optional (via satifice)
sometimes the only way I can get through pages of assigned reading is to read it aloud and pretend I am narrating a British television show
Anonymous asked: i <3 you
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23 September 2009
“Everything feels unfamiliar. I miss my home. I like this new place, but. There are now new windows in the old place. In my home. Soon there will be new people, too. And I wonder, will the smell of soot linger like it has with me? My skin has not felt clean since.”
7 September 2009
“Sometimes I joke about the fire and that helps callous whatever I’m feeling, but it still remains. Is that trauma? I hate using that term and especially in relation to myself. I feel it is too dramatic and inspires pity. One thing I do not need is pity; help I can accept, but pity? I am not pitiful. I am still moving forward.”
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4 September 2009
“3 weeks since [the fire].
Nothing matters to me. Everything I possess smells. Not badly, but I can smell it because it’s not mine. But what do I really own? What was ever mine? I’m so tired of people telling me it’s going to be alright. My life was gone in a matter of minutes. Seconds. Did I do it somehow? I am sure, so sure, nothing on my bed could have. Books? Clothes?...
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letters to no one
“I wish I could accurately describe my devotion to you. The term ‘love,’ which once seemed such a daunting and powerful sentiment, is now rendered useless. How could I possibly express my feelings for you? You, who comforts me in times of sorrow, who calms my most turbulent tempests; you, who with tender glances remind me I have both heart and soul, and thus the ability to feel....
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“In my wildest, most insane moments I doubt your ability to soothe me. I allow myself to sink a bit too far under the melancholic waves but I find that if I kick my feet a bit, I see your arm has been extended all the while.”
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“I am afraid of waking up to find you vanished like a phantom, never to hear from you again. I am so mad at you when you’re not here with me. Well, no, not at you but rather at your absence. There are times I’ve wished for a massive snowstorm to hit, effectively shutting everything down so we can lie together in each other’s arms, marveling over the silence of the city and...
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