Mad Max: Fury Road, dir. by George Miller, released on this day 8 years ago
He had become obsessed with checking his ‘steps’ each night.
“almost every woman i have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind”
— Elana Dykewomon “Notes for a Magazine"
wheres that quote from a letter melville wrote to hawthrone that always manages to makes me insane
found it
I do recommend going to small museums as they always have the coolest and weirdest shit
The funny thing about Walter White's "I did it for me, I liked it, I was good at it" confession is that he is, to all visible evidence, disastrously incompetent at literally every part of the job other than the chemical synthesis, and at no point whatsoever is he visibly enjoying himself.
Lithuanian artist Severija Incirauskaite-Kriauneviciene applies floral and decorative patterns to unconventional objects. Instead of going for fabric, she sews cross-stitch patterns onto metal buckets, utensils, and car doors. Each chosen canvas is an attempt to subvert traditional embroidery culture, which is often associated with sweetness and sentimentality. Here, the hard edges and rusty metal balance the cozy appeal of stitched thread.
Our grocery store has a Perishable Manager and a Non-Perishable Manager and I know it’s talking about the departments they oversee but really it seems like Seth may be mortal but David will never die
Persian talisman. According to The New Inquiry, “a
brass amulet to render its bearer more attractive and help her capture
and subdue a lover. The lover is symbolized here as a beast of burden.”
real life: sorry im just not a social media kind of guy… i wanna live in the moment y’know…. im like really private i like having secrets
on tumblr at 11:41 pm : guess whose period just started while watching fraggle rock season 1 episode 17
Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from Water I Won’t Touch
[ID: This poem -
‘On Travelling Together’, by Kayleb Rae Candrilli
In a Super 8 just outside Iowa
City, two twelve-year-old boys
cuddle on the lobby couch,
scrolling on their phones.
It’s four in the morning, and they don’t expect
me, or anyone,
in the holy space they’ve drawn
for themselves.
Their parents are asleep
on the third floor, resting
before a hockey tournament or some other
rough-and-tumble game.
It’s clear by the way the boys
jump as I walk by;
their parents know nothing.
The floor is lava.
The continental
breakfast will start soon.
The couch they’re on is an island
I’ve been to.”
/End ID]