Manifestación Mexicana en Solidaridad con Palestina exigiendo un ¡ALTO A LA OFENSIVA MILITAR ISRAELÍ CONTRA GAZA! 

Palestina México Corsopal 

a wall of sadness with tiny bursts of undirected anger, this week has been

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French photographer Florian Beaudenon's series Instant Life offers a voyeuristic peek into the homes and lives of different men, women, and families, inviting viewers to inspect their belongings and behaviors from a bird’s-eye view.

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Féminin/Féminin in Pastels (requested by theladyofriverrun)

holy shit holy shit holy shit

french canadian lesbians 


the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to
pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags
in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably
never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

I thought I was the only one. Now I’ve learned to recycle my plastic bags but those two years of moving in and out of the dorms, I would get everything all sorted and then realize I had an enormous pile of ziploc bags all stored in a ziploc bag, with absolutely no use. Just because.

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Elaine Stritch rests her bike, reads a note, almost causes a riot.      

NEW YORK, June 26—TOLD TO KEEP HER SHIRT ON – Blonde Elaine Stritch, understudy to Ethel Merman in the Broadway hit, “Call Me Madam,” wears halter and shorts which cause her arrest in Central Park. Today she was fined $1 and told by Magistrate Emilio Jones, “A beautiful girl like you could cause a small riot and cause a large crowd to collect by removing your shirt.” “Well,” she replied, “I was there all day and nothing happened.” (AP, 1951)

An inspiration to aspiring dames, broads and good-time girls everywhere. RIP, Ms Stritch.

She was phenomenal. 

I’ll love you forever, Mrs. Donaghy. <3

adulted so hard yesterday that i literally made myself sick and now i have to make up this day next week and honestly this cycle is kind of the worst


The outraged and sanctified Jewish boy

The outraged Jewish boy (1874), Ivan Kramskoy / Sanctified, Rick Ross ft. Kanye West & Big Sean

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The boys (and one girl) of summer

Hyde Park’s own White Sox, ages 9-11, in the dugout during a playoff game. Their opponents: the Mets-Padres (aka the Madres, the mother of all baseball teams) which formed out of necessity because so many kids went on vacation this year, there weren’t enough to keep separate teams. ⚾️

Photography by Carrie Golus, AB’91, AM’93

wow this is cute


Found outside a random bar in Denver #pmdmc #public

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fleur delacour is so important i can’t even put it into words

badass girl whose “most precious” was her sister, who despite what anyone might think of her (cough molly cough ron cough hermione cough) looks past any aesthetic unpleasantries because she is completely and irrevocably in love with bill, who willingly risks her life for harry (the seven harrys, anyone???), who manages to create a spot of brightness in the middle of war (wedding!!!), who is feminine and badass at the same time, who opens her home to an entitled goblin and multiple refugees/runaways, who doesn’t sacrifice one bit of her integrity or character despite the looming threat of war

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girls being kept out of the sciences and pushed into the humanities; the humanities being valued less in our society than the sciences; and the humanities and sciences being looked at as stark opposites that couldn’t possibly be enjoyed for the same reasons are all problems that need to in some degree be tackled together 

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your girlfriend stabbed me in the back with lefty scissors.

she’s my wife now.

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This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

This Is How You Lose Her, Junot Diaz (via spinals)

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Ellen:  When I watch Alia Shawkat work, it’s a surge, a rush.
Alia:  Almost like an orgasm, right? Something similar… 
Ellen:  An orgasm of inspiration.

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