Apr 22, 2014
Oui. On nous oubliera. C’est la vie, rien à faire. Ce qui aujourd’hui nous paraît important, grave, lourd de conséquences, eh bien, il viendra un moment où cela sera oublié, où cela n’aura plus d’importance. Et, c’est curieux, nous ne pouvons savoir aujourd’hui ce qui sera un jour considéré comme grand et important, ou médiocre et ridicule… Il se peut aussi que cette vie d’aujourd’hui dont nous prenons notre parti, soit un jour considérée comme étrange, inconfortable, sans intelligence, insuffisamment pure et, qui sait, même, coupable.
3 sœurs, Tchekov
Apr 22, 2014

Tujhe dekha toh yeh jaana sanam, from Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge

Apr 20, 2014

Diaraby Nene, Oumou Sangaré

Apr 20, 2014

les Antillaises, Pascal Légitimus

Apr 20, 2014
Chowpatty Beach

Chowpatty Beach

(via just-wanna-travel)

Apr 20, 2014
viralshahbjp:

Warm Welcome to Our New Mulund Sr. Police Inspector Hon. PhoolSingh Pawarji and MLA Sardar Tara Singhji

viralshahbjp:

Warm Welcome to Our New Mulund Sr. Police Inspector Hon. PhoolSingh Pawarji and MLA Sardar Tara Singhji

Apr 18, 2014
The Trees, by Philip Larkin
The trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said;The recent buds relax and spread,Their greenness is a kind of grief.Is it that they are born againAnd we grow old? No, they die too.Their yearly trick of looking newIs written down in rings of grain.Yet still the unresting castles threshIn full grown thickness every May.Last year is dead, they seem to say,Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

The Trees, by Philip Larkin

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In full grown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014
Detail of Virgin and Child Enthroned with Scenes from the Life of the Virgin. Morata Master. 15th century / Future

Detail of Virgin and Child Enthroned with Scenes from the Life of the Virgin. Morata Master. 15th century / Future

Apr 16, 2014
Djenne, Mali

Djenne, Mali

(Source: gettyimages.in, via westeastsouthnorth)

Apr 16, 2014

So Long, Semi-Sanctioned Campus Weirdness. Hello, Binge Drinking.

The silly subversiveness of college—which comes from being so minimally supervised that you don’t feel compelled to spend your few free moments with a blood alcohol content of .35 percent, teetering on the precipice of an open window—is just disappearing.

Apr 14, 2014
Arthur, All Grown Up

Arthur, All Grown Up

Apr 14, 2014
river-of-constant-change:

The Story Of A Breakup Told Through Nude Portraits
From Nerve.com - March 26, 2014
21 year-old photographer Jordan Tiberio captured these intimate photos of a couple in their final months.

BY CAROLINE PERKINS
In dying relationships, there is often a palpable bittersweet undertone to everything the two of you do. Going out with friends, eating dinner together, even making love feels empty. These portraits, taken by photographer Jordan Tiberio, capture the feeling of isolation in togetherness that accompanies a young couple on the verge of a breakup. The effect is haunting, leaving the viewer with the distinct feeling of aloneness you get when your heart is breaking. The collection,“Two Souls,” was originally published in Upon Paper Magazine Issue #03: Lovers.
A message from Maris, the girl pictured:

“This is me. This is my ex-boyfriend Sam. He broke up with me on our one year anniversary. We lived together and I was left without a home and very much alone. We had been together for a year and we lived together for most of that year.  We went everywhere together, we smoked the same cigarettes, we slept in the same bed. It’s been almost four months since he broke up with me. It was so hard but it’s gotten easier. I moved back in with my parents and I just started dating a really great boy. These pictures are weird to look at.
I thought when Jordan took them that we were so in love, it had just been my birthday and everything felt right and I was so happy. I was so happy. It’s hard to see these because I know now that Sam wanted to break up with me at the time these were taken and I was oblivious. He was my first real love. We don’t talk any more. I thought we could be friends but for whatever reasons, he stopped answering my messages and I stopped trying. But you know what? These pictures are special. They are real, tangible representation of something that changed my life and changed me for the better. I love you, Jordan, for taking these. Thank you.”

The photos below are NSFW.







Images via Jordan Tiberio.

river-of-constant-change:

The Story Of A Breakup Told Through Nude Portraits

From Nerve.com - March 26, 2014

21 year-old photographer Jordan Tiberio captured these intimate photos of a couple in their final months.

BY CAROLINE PERKINS

In dying relationships, there is often a palpable bittersweet undertone to everything the two of you do. Going out with friends, eating dinner together, even making love feels empty. These portraits, taken by photographer Jordan Tiberio, capture the feeling of isolation in togetherness that accompanies a young couple on the verge of a breakup. The effect is haunting, leaving the viewer with the distinct feeling of aloneness you get when your heart is breaking. The collection,“Two Souls,” was originally published in Upon Paper Magazine Issue #03: Lovers.

A message from Maris, the girl pictured:

“This is me. This is my ex-boyfriend Sam. He broke up with me on our one year anniversary. We lived together and I was left without a home and very much alone. We had been together for a year and we lived together for most of that year.  We went everywhere together, we smoked the same cigarettes, we slept in the same bed. It’s been almost four months since he broke up with me. It was so hard but it’s gotten easier. I moved back in with my parents and I just started dating a really great boy. These pictures are weird to look at.

I thought when Jordan took them that we were so in love, it had just been my birthday and everything felt right and I was so happy. I was so happy. It’s hard to see these because I know now that Sam wanted to break up with me at the time these were taken and I was oblivious. He was my first real love. We don’t talk any more. I thought we could be friends but for whatever reasons, he stopped answering my messages and I stopped trying. But you know what? These pictures are special. They are real, tangible representation of something that changed my life and changed me for the better. I love you, Jordan, for taking these. Thank you.”

The photos below are NSFW.

Images via Jordan Tiberio.

Apr 14, 2014
Daniel Dorsa, 2014

Daniel Dorsa, 2014

(Source: danieldorsa)

Apr 13, 2014

Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain | Leslie Jamison

I think dismissing female pain as overly familiar or somehow out-​of-​date—​twice-​told, thrice-​told, 1001-​nights-​told—​masks deeper accusations: that suffering women are playing victim, going weak, or choosing self-​indulgence over bravery. I think dismissing wounds offers a convenient excuse: no need to struggle with the listening or telling anymore. Plug it up. Like somehow our task is to inhabit the jaded aftermath of terminal self-​awareness once the story of all pain has already been told.

“For a long time I have hesitated to write a book on woman,” is how Simone de Beauvoir starts one of the most famous books on women ever written. “The subject is irritating, especially to women; and it is not new.” Sometimes I feel like I’m beating a dead wound. But I say: Keep bleeding. Just write toward something beyond blood.

The wounded woman gets called a stereotype, and sometimes she is. But sometimes she’s just true. I think the possibility of fetishizing pain is no reason to stop representing it. Pain that gets performed is still pain. Pain turned trite is still pain. I think the charges of cliché and performance offer our closed hearts too many alibis, and I want our hearts to be open. I just wrote that. I want our hearts to be open. I mean it. 

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