m3zzaluna:

simone de beauvoir at the deux magots, paris 6e, 1944
photo by robert doisneau, from robert doisneau: paris 2013 wall calendar

m3zzaluna:

simone de beauvoir at the deux magots, paris 6e, 1944

photo by robert doisneau, from robert doisneau: paris 2013 wall calendar

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zombiesenelghetto:

“Rock ‘N’ Roll Times” series by Jurgen Vollmer, France early 1960s (II)

zombiesenelghetto:

Rock ‘N’ Roll Times” series by Jurgen Vollmer, France early 1960s (II)

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Leslie Jamison | Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain | VQR Online


othernotebooksareavailable:

Sure, some news is bigger news than other news. War is bigger news than a girl having mixed feelings about the way some guy slept with her and didn’t call. But I don’t believe in a finite economy of empathy; I happen to think that paying attention yields as much as it taxes. You learn to start seeing

I think dismissing wounds offers a convenient excuse: no need to struggle with the listening or telling anymore. Plug it up. Like somehow our task is to inhabit the jaded aftermath of terminal self-​awareness once the story of all pain has already been told.

Also:

Susan Sontag has described the heyday of a “nihilistic and sentimental” nineteenth-​century logic that found appeal in female suffering: “Sadness made one ‘interesting.’ It was a mark of refinement, of sensibility, to be sad. That is, to be powerless.” This appeal mapped largely onto illness: “Sadness and tuberculosis became synonymous,” she writes, and both were coveted. Sadness was interesting and sickness was its handmaiden, providing not only cause but also symptoms and metaphors: a wracking cough, a wan pallor, an emaciated body. “The melancholy character was a superior one: sensitive, creative, a being apart,” she writes. Sickness was “a becoming frailty … symbolized an appealing vulnerability, a superior sensitivity, [and] became more and more the ideal look for women.”

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“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild by the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter.”

rest in peace, good sir. (via ginandbird)
motleyholidays:

Cute Chicks, from Zoom Yummy


Two obsessions in one!

motleyholidays:

Cute Chicks, from Zoom Yummy

Two obsessions in one!

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acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists
paralian - A person who lives near the sea
aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets 
dwale - To wander about deliriously
sabaism - The worship of stars
dysphoria - An unwell feeling
aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn
eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome
mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually with pursed lips

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motleycraft-o-rama:

DIY Crochet Lap Rug:
Free Pattern by Wink on Tuts+

motleycraft-o-rama:

DIY Crochet Lap Rug:

Free Pattern by Wink on Tuts+

Jessica Auer - Meadow (2010-12)

After learning that my name roughly translates as ‘from the meadow’, I embarked on a European journey to investigate the landscape that my name is derived from. ”

Take a walk.

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penguindesign:

"It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day." ― J. M. Barrie, The Adventures of Peter Pan
Wishing you a Happy Mother’s Day.

penguindesign:

"It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day." ― J. M. Barrie, The Adventures of Peter Pan

Wishing you a Happy Mother’s Day.

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