On the train back home. Thank you to Sarah for being such a perf host (super nice despite being French I kno I’m as amazed as you are kekeke) and for having my crazy ass over for a few days <3<3<3 Hope to see you in Bellgum asap so u can bow at our superior français, obvi.
Off to visit my fave Fronchie Sarah! [Paris by Lana Del Rey plays in the background]
photos by gerry ellis from the david sheldrick wildlife trust, a nursery and orphanage for elephants in kenya’s tsavo east national park. here, fifty five keepers are charged with being around the clock parents to an elephant. the elephants, however, are the ones who chose their caretakers; it is the keepers who must ingratiate themselves to the elephants and earn their trust.
when elephants first arrive at the orphanage they are often traumatized from having witnessed the slaughter of their mothers and family by poachers. grieving can last several months, and they often lose the will to live. but as dame daphne sheldrick, founder of the orphanage, explains, a caretaker is charged with “persuading an elephant to live when it wants to die.”
approximately 35,000 elephants are killed by humans every year. with an estimated 350,000 elephants left in the whole continent of africa, they will be gone in the wild within ten years.
cbc’s the nature of things did a program on the elephants and their caretakers. you can foster an elephant with the david sheldrick wildlife trust online here. for more on the emotional lives of elephants, as well as the david sheldrick wildlife trust and other human efforts to save them, check out these posts
*sees a cat* *gasps loudly*
Lana Del Rey for Rolling Stone Magazine
Still waiting on the movie deal.
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❝ At what point do you take girls out of school altogether because boys can’t handle it? ❞
Parent of a female teen whose school banned leggings
#yesallwomen have a right to an education without fashion policing by sexist administrators
^ this, tho… the message in these ridiculous dress codes remains “boys deserve an undistracted education, and you-GIRL-are a distraction… and your education comes second. You should be grateful, anyway… it’s really more than you deserve.” and i actually am not going to repeat how it reinforces rape culture because really, i’m just so damn tired of the messages we send young women about being nothing more than an accessory in a man’s life… fuck that. and fuck awful myopic dress codes… (via ginandbird)
Currently doing a series called Organic. For this illustration project, I thought of incorporating nature into the design of our internal organs because of the parallelisms they share.
❝ ‘Bitch’ to me is supreme, A lot of the time people use the word ‘Bitch’ because they can’t find a word that’s stronger than that. So if you use the word bitch, You know you mean something when you say that! It’s strong, You know what i’m saying? So it’s like When Missy uses “She’s a bitch”… I took it as ‘THAT Bitch’ ❞
— Lil’ Kim, Elle Magazine Interview 1999. —
It rained cats and dogs and now a “cats and dogs” tree grew
❝ An Albanian’s house is the dwelling of God and the guest.’ Of God and the guest, you see. So before it is the house of its master, it is the house of one’s guest. The guest, in an Albanian’s life, represents the supreme ethical category, more important than blood relations. One may pardon the man who spills the blood of one’s father or of one’s son, but never the blood of a guest. ❞
— Ismail Kadare, Broken April —
❝ In the epigraph to Drown, Junot Diaz uses a quote from a Cuban poet, Gustavo Pérez Firmat—“The fact that I am writing to you in English already falsifies what I wanted to tell you.” This is the dilemma of the immigrant writer. If I’d lived in Haiti my whole life, I’d be writing these things in Creole. But these stories I am writing now are coming through me as a person who, though I travel to Haiti often, has lived in the U.S. for more than three decades now.
Often when you’re an immigrant writing in English, people think it’s primarily a commercial choice. But for many of us, it’s a choice that rises out of the circumstances of our lives. These are the tools I have at my disposal, based on my experiences. It’s a constant debate, not just in my community but in other communities as well. Where do you belong? You’re kind of one of us, but you now write in a different language. You’re told you don’t belong to American literature or you’re told you don’t belong to Haitian literature. Maybe there’s a place on the hyphen, as Julia Alvarez so brilliantly wrote in one of her essays. That middle generation, the people whose parents brought them to other countries as small children, or even people who were born to immigrant parents, maybe they can have their own literature too. ❞