Blame the angels, blame the fates,
Blame the Jews or your sister Kate
Teach your children how to hate
and the big wheels turn around and around

Turn your back on weeds you’ve hoed
silly sinful seeds you’ve sowed
Add your straw to the camel’s load
Pray like hell when your world explodes
“Many remarkable people deal with depression and anxiety all the time because they see the world differently than average people do. Their own failures and perceived failures are magnified. When others say, “Don’t worry about it,” they can’t understand why someone would think something like that. For this reason, a lot of geniuses throughout history have been chronically depressed.”
—

I don’t know about ‘depressed’, but I’m frequently dismayed at the low expectations of those around me. Big thoughts, people!

From The Art of Nonconformity: The Decision To Be Remarkable, via withabang

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This is way too familiar. Almost to the extent that it’s uncomfortable to reblog it.

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unicornology:

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unicornology:

secondgradefresh:

postpunk:

The Top 35 Or So Songs of the 80’s

#02: The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

frida kahlo to marty mcconnell

unicornology:

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.

— marty mcconnell

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hugo-strikes-back: If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,There’d Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: Eartha Kitt Dies at 81

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If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,
There’d Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: Eartha Kitt Dies at 81

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
—

Dr. Seuss

I’m still waiting for this.

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hellovagina: A mouse bit a venomous viper to death after it was thrown into the snake’s cage as a lunchtime snack. this is my hero.

hellovagina:

A mouse bit a venomous viper to death after it was thrown into the snake’s cage as a lunchtime snack.

this is my hero.


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“Eighty percent of the human body is made of water, so it isn’t surprising that one sees a different face in the mirror each morning. The skin of the forehead and cheeks changes shape from movement to movement like the mud of a swamp, shifting with the movements of the water below and the footsteps of the people walking above it.”
— Yoko Tawada, The Bath (via youarebonbon) (via unicornology)