First, let’s just get clear on the terminology here: “Curation” is an act performed by people with PhDs in art history; the business in which we’re all engaged when we’re tossing links around on the internet is simple “sharing.”…
If people want to be celebrated for being smart or for having exceptional taste that’s all fine and good, everyone can go right on congratulating one another in their little mutual admiration societies. But please spare the rest of us all this moralizing on why we should be giving people who share links anywhere near the same amount of credit we afford that singularly special act of original content creation. (via MattLanger)
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"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."Eleanor Roosevelt (via euphoricmonkey)
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he’s back :) didn’t think he’d do it!
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She knew how to do soul. The best soul singer knows how to bare all on stage. Even discomfort.
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"Burn every bridge. Become an island."YY x (via yimmyayo)
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new york i miss you.
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balaclavaaa:jenicaaistheshitt:
Bob Marley on how to love a woman
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
- Bob Marley
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fried chicken, fly vixen
… nothing can beat the sexiness that was 90’s r&b. Most of these songs are on my freaky playlist on my ipod. Y’know, songs to put you in the mood. Even Fried Chicken. My friends laugh whenever they hear me playing the song in my car… but seriously. I love friend chicken. And comparing the awesomeness of fried chicken to a beautiful woman makes me melt.
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I want the kind of love that yanks that bit in your tummy.
Everytime I feel, it’s in my tummy. Not my heart, but my tummy.
If I’m sad, my tummy will crumple onto itself as if all the life has been sucked out of it. If I’m deliriously happy, my tummy will jiggle around merrily and want to burst open with sunshine.
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"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become."Carl Gustav Jung (via loveyourchaos)
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‘But only in their dreams can men be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.’
I often get looked at funny because I’m a day dreamer. I just choose to see the world through rose coloured glasses. I don’t wish to live naively or be completely disillusioned. I’ve seen the ugliness of the world but I would rather promote the beauty of it. Because in the end it’s what pulls me out of my bullshit moods. Cynicism kills happiness. Be careful, suspect and cautious until you decide whether to trust or distrust… but don’t be a cynic. Cynics are blind fools.
You can take reality and choose to look at it negatively, or positively. There is no such thing as seeing reality ‘for what it is’… we’re all opinionated people with a tendency to lean towards a certain answer based on emotional experience. We’re emotional people first over logical. Closed off and cold people are usually that way because of hurt. If you think you got reality down pat, it’s just because you happened to have found people with the same opinion as you. You either see the world for what it is; bad, or you see the world for what it is; good. It’s not being deluded, you can see the bad, but through it ultimately believe in the good. Or the opposite.
I love Dead Poet’s Society because of the fantasy vs reality argument they have going on during the entire film, but also because it reminds us to always look at the world from a different view as soon as you think you have it right. People tend to get so caught up trying to prove that their opinion is the right one, or so caught up trying to prove their status in society to everybody else, WHEN NOBODY REALLY GIVES A SHIT except for yourself. The only person you have to prove your worth to is yourself. So let yourself dream, follow your heart and believe in Disney movies. Telling yourself that it will never happen because it’s unrealistic, is a total cop out. Because to follow your dreams, and have a strong sense of conviction within yourself to go for what you, and you alone want, is a lot harder without the comforting support of going with the crowd.
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I went to a Mos Def show earlier on in the year. I wasn’t super excited to go, compared to the pack of fans who I was squished alongside with, but I went expecting to just chill and appreciate hearing his music live.
I didn’t end up chilling, as the venue was over capacity and I was standing up involuntarily due to the support of a thousand bodies crushed together like a can of sardines. I’m quite the claustrophobe and couldn’t chill out because I would be ass to ass, boob to boob and nose to armpit with random strangers. Mos, himself was an amazing performer but I had to enjoy it from outside the venue, in fresh air.
Despite the spilling of beer, proximity to armpits and random moon landings with strangers, I caught myself by surprise when I screamed like a 13 year old at an N’Sync concert in 2000 (was going to relate to Justin Bieber, but I just don’t relate) when he appeared on stage. I will sadly admit, that it wasn’t due to my total obsession with his music, rather because I was seeing THE man in person.
I fell for Mos back in 2003 when he appeared in Alicia Keys’ You Don’t Know My Name video. I’d replay the video to the point of the VHS tape on which I had recorded it, wore thin JUST for whenever that song came on. It was the song, her voice, NYC setting and the Steinway Pianos that made me obsess over the video, but in that moment of shrieking like a teeny bopper I had realised it was because the thought going through my head was, ‘THAT’S THE SEXY MAN FROM THE ALICIA KEYS VIDEO’ and not, ‘It’s the dude that made Ms Fat Booty’
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the mean reds
Today was a mean reds day. If you know Holly Golightly, you know what that is. If not, please don’t think dirty like my co-worker did when I sighed that I had the mean reds.
It’s that pooey feeling you get when you’ve wasted energy on boring, mundane tasks you have no passion for. I work to earn enough money to sustain myself, but exhaust myself to the point of being too tired to do anything with with one hundred percent commitment, let alone added pizzaz. And today, it just happened to be during my voice lesson.
It is pure frustration when you are trying to inject much needed energy and passion into something you have a genuine love for, when you’re feeling spiritless and tired due to something you don’t love. It’s not right.
The mean reds is that combined feeling of frustration and uninspiring apathy where, as Holly puts it, ‘suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of’
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"i’d rather be hated for who i am, than for who i am not"
(i figured, if kurt cobain could have his own adaptation of andre gide’s quote, then i can mess with his a little)
