Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, we build our sanctuaries and our prisons out of them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or to figure out how to tell their story. Which means that a place is a story, and stories are geography, and empathy is first of all an act of imagination, a storyteller’s art, and then a way of traveling from here to there.

Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby  (via sourirefugace)

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pretentioususernametosoundsmart:

gooseko:

iplaybassoon13:

dantheinsane1:

zenpencils:

ERICA GOLDSON: Graduation speech

Erica Goldson must have had some serious balls to give this speech

This is beautiful.

this is so wonderful 

This hit hard. Our education system is desperately in need of fixing.

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amtrax:

queenbroslob:

bryanthephotogeek:

iwasneverasweetheart:

cubbiemcprude:

Time to get healthy.

Damn

I actually like a couple of these, and I can see some of you liking specific ones as well. 

these look like something good to switch it up with

Huh… *takes notes*

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daddysfavorite-fallenangel:

kitkat808:

starkspangly:

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

OMFG my teacher just showed us this in death and dying class

death and dying class ????

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nurselisainohio:

queenbroslob:

sizvideos:

TL;DR : Watch this incredible story in video

This is amazing, but I get the worst anxiety

Umm.. WOWSA!

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flwrshaveissuestoo:

catbountry:

rifa:

princessprincessa:

Be all like, “I have a fiction paper due and I wanna be on Ernest Hemingway’s level.”

SCREECHES

Eyyyyyyy.

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

flwrshaveissuestoo:

catbountry:

rifa:

princessprincessa:

Be all like, “I have a fiction paper due and I wanna be on Ernest Hemingway’s level.”

SCREECHES

Eyyyyyyy.

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

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‘I loved you more than anyone motherfucker’

‘I loved you more than anyone motherfucker’

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Happy Birthday, Lee! [25th March 1979]

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philamuseum:

Can’t get enough art history? We have two new courses starting next week. Check out “Art and Design: What’s the Difference?" and "Art and Ethics: 1900–Present.””Proust” Armchair; designed 1978, made 1998–99; designed by Alessandro Mendini, made by Atelier Mendini

philamuseum:

Can’t get enough art history? We have two new courses starting next week. Check out “Art and Design: What’s the Difference?" and "Art and Ethics: 1900–Present.”

Proust” Armchair; designed 1978, made 1998–99; designed by Alessandro Mendini, made by Atelier Mendini

(via darksilenceinsuburbia)

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Quentin Crisp was, simply, the embodiment of Style. This is a photograph of him from 1941. He was a queer philosopher and would go on to be the centre of the discussion in the gay community right up until his death in 1999. Born and raised in and around London, Crisp became disillusioned with England after the prejudice and homophobia that was his day to day life. Encountering and falling in love with US GI’s in WW2, Crisp fell in love with his perception of America and later moved to New York. He once said “As soon as I saw Manhattan I wanted it”. There he stayed and wrote and talked until he returned to England in 1999 to put on a show. He died in Manchester. Crisp’s philosophies of individualism, style, and the work he did for LGBT people continues to this day.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Quentin Crisp was, simply, the embodiment of Style. This is a photograph of him from 1941. He was a queer philosopher and would go on to be the centre of the discussion in the gay community right up until his death in 1999. Born and raised in and around London, Crisp became disillusioned with England after the prejudice and homophobia that was his day to day life. Encountering and falling in love with US GI’s in WW2, Crisp fell in love with his perception of America and later moved to New York. He once said “As soon as I saw Manhattan I wanted it”. There he stayed and wrote and talked until he returned to England in 1999 to put on a show. He died in Manchester. Crisp’s philosophies of individualism, style, and the work he did for LGBT people continues to this day.

(via darksilenceinsuburbia)