"He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette. “I can only truly love my dead best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed."

from Mallory Ortberg’s hilarious “Male Novelist Jokes.” (via stadtfisch)

(Source: coketalk, via minsquin)

"Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches."

Zora Neale Hurston, from Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)


Daughter of Snow, your
Dust in the pitch black morning
Was my first birthmark

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a crescent-cut moon,
a peal of laughter leaves me
suddenly naked

"She watched the little dreams of smoke as they spiraled about his hand, and she thought about happenings. She was afraid to suggest to him that, to most people, nothing at all “happens.” That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all."

Gwendolyn Brooks, from Maud Martha (via stevenhoang)

"We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.

They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.

Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.


~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression. (via picassosghost)

(Source: facebook.com, via blackfeminism)

メカネロ – カーテンコール (4,233 plays)


I guess it’s time to post the song that got me into the Japanese music scene initially, Curtain Call by the band Mechanero. I was hesitant on featuring this band at all solely for the fact that I know nearly nothing about them, so this post will be focusing on my personal experience with this song. 

I had always been interested in bands like The Pillows and Asian Kung-fu Generation, but as great as those artists are, I don’t think they really encapsulated what Japanese indie had to offer. Instead they served as a kind of beacon to international fans. However, when I was maybe 15 I found the music video for this song and fell totally head over heels for it immediately. Every aspect of Mechanero was what I regarded the perfect band to be like. The lo-fi aesthetic and editing of the video, the acid-washed screentone, and the catchy keyboard break that made this song completely infectious. 

After trying for so long to find anything from this band I gave up and eventually forgot about them. It’s always been kind of an odd form of memorabilia to listen to this song and think about the amount of times i’ve (like many others) stumbled upon a band or song I loved through the internet, but had no luck in getting any information about them, or had anyone to talk about them with. It’s that unexplainable feeling of isolation yet excitement you get with songs like this. Anyway, unfortunately I still don’t have any information to share about Mechanero other than the fact that they have broken up and formed other bands. Hopefully you can take this post for what it is and enjoy one of my favorite songs of all time, which ultimately is the reason this blog was started in the first place. Enjoy, this is Curtain Call. 

(via collidingoceans)

"We never say that all men deserve to feel beautiful. We never say that each man is beautiful in his own way. We don’t have huge campaigns aimed at young boys trying to convince them that they’re attractive, probably because we very rarely correlate a man’s worth with his appearance. The problem is that a woman’s value in this world is still very much attached to her appearance, and telling her that she should or deserves to feel beautiful does more to promote that than negate it. Telling women that they “deserve” to feel pretty plays right in to the idea that prettiness should be important to them. And having books and movies aimed at young women where every female protagonist turns out to be beautiful (whereas many of the antagonists are described in much less flattering terms) reinforces the message that beauty has some kind of morality attached to it, and that all heroines are somehow pretty."

You Don’t Have To Be Pretty – On YA Fiction And Beauty As A Priority | The Belle Jar (via brutereason)

(via plasmalogical)


food should be free. water should be free. housing should be free. power, fuel, electricity should be free. basic necessities should be free.

the idea of “people should have to work for a living” carries the implication that some people deserve to die

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