An effect, a cosmetic

I'm a little uncertain about this thing called certainty.

“your name feels like rocks in my mouth
but I keep saying it because
cutting my lips on our memories
is the closest I can get to lying in your bed”

– Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

I wish I could drink like a lady,

I can take one or two at the most.

Three and I’m under the table,

Four and I’m under the host.

Dorothy Parker

(via orplid)

“What are we doing to each other? Because I know that I am doing to him exactly what he is doing to me. We are sometimes so happy, and never in our lives have we known more unhappiness. It’s as if we were working together on the same statue, cutting it out of each other’s misery. But I don’t even know the design.”

– “The End of the Affair” by Graham Greene (via gotflavorlikeicecream)

“True beauty, the kind that doesn’t fade or wash off, takes time. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that creates the stalactite, the shaking of the Earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that breaks up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something better emerges, something that would have otherwise never existed.”

– Amy Harmon, Making Faces

But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours (the average office worker gets less than three hours of actual work done in 8 hours) but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work.

We’ve been led into a culture that has been engineered to leave us tired, hungry for indulgence, willing to pay a lot for convenience and entertainment, and most importantly, vaguely dissatisfied with our lives so that we continue wanting things we don’t have. We buy so much because it always seems like something is still missing.

Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed (via theaurore)

theparisreview:

Sandals are the youth of a shoeAnd the memory of its trek to the desert
I don’t know when the sandals will lose meOr when I will lose them, but they will be lost,Each in a different place:One not far from my homeAmong rocks and low bushes.And the other will drown in sandAt the great sea,As the sinking sunFacing the sinking sun.
—Yehuda Amichai, from “Sandals.” Art: Eugène Boudin.

theparisreview:

Sandals are the youth of a shoe
And the memory of its trek to the desert

I don’t know when the sandals will lose me
Or when I will lose them, but they will be lost,
Each in a different place:
One not far from my home
Among rocks and low bushes.
And the other will drown in sand
At the great sea,
As the sinking sun
Facing the sinking sun.

Yehuda Amichai, from “Sandals.” Art: Eugène Boudin.

Why Are All the Cartoon Mothers Dead? »

thefeministpress:

The Atlantic getting real on why representation in kids’ entertainment matters.

“The best time to me is when I’m through with a project and deciding about a new one. That’s because it’s at a period when reality has not yet set in.”

Woody Allen

“And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.”

"Why Don’t the Unemployed Get Off Their Couches?" and Eight Other Critical Questions for Americans (via seriouslyamerica)

“Book are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.”

– Roberto Bolaño, Literature + Illness = Illness (via hellanne)

“For writers, this is all such a useful reminder. Yes, move around in a structure. But also float out of that structure. ‘Goodnight nobody’ is an author’s inspired moment that is inexplicable and moving and creates an unknown that lingers. How wonderful that this oddly compassionate moment, where even nobody gets a good night, shows up in the picture book that is the most popular! There is no template, ever. When writing, how do we allow those moments of impulse, of surprise? How do we not censor that kind of leap? (I’d argue for following tangents — for not feeling bound to the topic at hand.) And when to end a story or poem or novel or essay? It’s one of the most common questions at readings: ‘How do you know when it’s done?’”

– Aimee Bender,”What Writers Can Learn From ‘Goodnight Moon’” (via chelseyphilpot)