ironbloodaika:

hodak:

whowasminein99:

this will be my child

#preach

She is right about Columbus though.

ivoryathena:

Badass women from history

  1. Leather clad English rocker girl
  2. Women boxing on a roof in LA (1933)
  3. Ellen O’Neal, the greatest woman freestyle skateboarder in the 1970s
  4. Elspeth Beard, first Englishwoman to circumnavigate the world by motorcycle

I ADORE these.

Bamford has a song that she sometimes performs onstage called “My Anxiety Song.” It has no melody. Instead, it sounds more like an incantation, a desperate verbal hum. “If I keep the ice-cube trays filled,” she chants, “no one will diiiiieeee.” She continues, in a monotone, “As long as I clench my fists at odd intervals, then the darkness within me won’t force me to do anything inappropriate or sexual” — here, she drops her voice a couple of notes — “at dinner partieeeees… . “

This, she is saying, is the agony of O.C.D., the skewed sense of cause and effect that first began to plague her when she was about 10. According to the National Institutes of Health, about 2.2 million adult Americans contend with some form of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It’s not uncommon for the symptoms to appear during childhood. Bamford is patient when explaining the particulars, aware that when she jokes about having wanted to chop up her family into bits or imagining what it would be like to lick a urinal, it can make her sound weird and also scary. But she makes a distinction: It’s the thoughts that are weird and scary, not the person. And while most of us are prone to having fleeting notions that would qualify as inappropriate, in the mind of someone with O.C.D., they are more likely to lodge themselves and repeat. The thoughts don’t tend to inspire action, only fear. It’s like having a homegrown terrorist in the brain.

The Weird, Scary and Ingenious Brain of Maria Bamford

"Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto."
By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)

thecutestofthecute:

chronicarus:

Spiders with water droplet hats are something I really needed to know about.

I have a bad phobia of spiders but this is freaking adorable alright

seventypercentethanol:

saturday youth; 6/4.

seventypercentethanol:

saturday youth; 6/4.

snapsandprongsforever:

Today I realized that when Harry went to go visit his parents’ grave for the first time, James and Lily had already spent more time sharing a grave than they had alive together, and that is how I almost got into a car accident.

Ahhhhh T_T

leslieseuffert:

Alessandro Della Bella (Switzerland) Supermoon

kzunigaphoto:

So I was shooting on this roof earlier and this couple randomly comes out from that door and are playing and running to and from each other for like 20 minutes. They looked like little kids, It was so cute I wanted to cry. 

fotojournalismus:

Boy and cat, New York City, 1954.
Photo by Vivian Maier
(via fewthistle)

fotojournalismus:

Boy and cat, New York City, 1954.

Photo by Vivian Maier

(via fewthistle)