Ego Documents

Lmao my hair is killing me rn. I look like a member from that pop punk group you liked in 2005. An all-Albanian reject, if you will.

growlithed:

bertiebotts-theymeaneveryflavour:

breadboxes:

breadboxes:

what did vincent say when he lost his car in the parking lot 

“where did my van gogh”

the correct pronunciation of “gogh” is “goff”, you uncultured swine

fuck gogh

LMAO the thing I love most about that pretentious-ass correction is that they actually got it wrong. Goff is only for anglophones who can’t pronounce the hard Dutch G tbh.

FKA twigs photographed by Sophia Schorr-Kon for Skimdo | 2013

shrooomieee:

Neither land nor women are territories of conquest

❝ Once this edition of Barcelona leaves us, I think that’s probably when we’ll all realize what a towering team this was. Because the trophy haul alone — I remember telling someone I don’t care if they don’t win any trophies. That to me meant nothing. It was what they were putting forward, and yet they went on and plundered all the silverware! We’re not just pretty boys. This is what our pretty football gets. And yet there are still legions of people who say they’re not as good as people think, that they don’t run with the greats, that Messi isn’t the greatest player we’ve ever seen. And I think, These poor people.
Ray Hudson
❝ There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up. ❞
Neil deGrasse Tyson

putthison:

“When I was young there were beatniks. Hippies. Punks. Gangsters. Now you’re a hacktivist. Which I would probably be if I was 20. Shuttin’ down MasterCard. But there’s no look to that lifestyle! Besides just wearing a bad outfit with bad posture. Has WikiLeaks caused a look? No! I’m mad about that. If your kid comes out of the bedroom and says he just shut down the government, it seems to me he should at least have an outfit for that.

- John Waters on the sorry style of today’s rebels  (emphasis mine)

A young boy caught a beautiful bird.
It shook with fear, chirped many a word:
“You don’t feel pity that I’m so small,
For just like you, I’ve not grown tall?

I’m my mother’s only heir,
I left her sick in our nest so bare.
The ground is covered deep with snow,
There’s no more brown or green below.

Poor me, I suffer day and night
And find no branch that isn’t white.
The weather’s changed to a nightmare,
We’re dying – famine’s hard to bear.

Inside my heart you’ve put a stone,
But what of my mother who’s ill, alone?
I’ve searched and foraged for two days,
Fetched her neither seed nor maize.

Ah! ‘Twas bad luck that I have wrought,
And now within your snare I’m caught!
My mom longs for me, as yours must pine.
If I don’t flee, she will decline.

Poor us, why do you plague us so?
Why don’t you stop this, let me go?
I have a soul, and I want to roam,
To cry, to play, to sing… fly home.

I who lack a human brain,
Who have I wronged? Who’ve I caused pain?
Leave me in peace, don’t torture me,
Because God sees us, all and thee.

And he likes the good, rejects the wrong,
Loves tenderness, condemns cruel throng,
Wants righteousness and wisdom’s deed,
Casts out the villain and the greed.

From God I was born unfettered, wild;
Why do you keep me captive, child?”
The boy heard well the sweet bird’s plea,
And weeping, kissed it, set it free.

Naim Frashëri
❝ Women are described in animal terms as pets, cows, sows, foxes, chicks, serpents, bitches, beavers, old bats, old hens, mother hens, pussycats, cats, cheetahs, bird-brains, and hare-brains…‘Mother Nature’ is raped, mastered, conquered, mined; her secrets are ‘penetrated,’ her ‘womb’ is to be put into the service of the ‘man of science.’ Virgin timber is felled, cut down; fertile soil is tilled, and land that lies ‘fallow’ is ‘barren,’ useless. The exploitation of nature and animals is justified by feminizing them; the exploitation of women is justified by naturalizing them. ❞
Karen J. Warren Ecological Feminism
❝ So many people glorify and romanticize “busy”. I do not. I value purpose. I believe in resting in reason and moving in passion. If you’re always busy/moving, you will miss important details. I like the mountain. Still, but when it moves lands shift and earth quakes. ❞
Joseph Cook

unimpressedcats:

talisman:

mom can she sleep over

no deer


Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
Sky Ferreira
❝ I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. ❞
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time