gold in the air
I am sympathetic to the kind of faith that does not evangelize or raise banners but is the faith drawn on by a lone human being as a means of support.
Zia Haider Rahman, in an interview with Guernica magazine. "How Do You Know You Know?"
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge an sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.
Henry Beston, The Outermost House
theparisreview:

“Maybe, sometimes, ‘Wish You Were Here’ is actually enough.”
Sadie Stein on the postcard in the age of e-mail and social media.

theparisreview:

“Maybe, sometimes, ‘Wish You Were Here’ is actually enough.”

Sadie Stein on the postcard in the age of e-mail and social media.

"C’etait un Rendez-vous"— Claude Lelouch

bearahnotley:

Lauren Bacall in Harper’s Bazaar, 1943

bearahnotley:

Lauren Bacall in Harper’s Bazaar, 1943

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Quoting Walt Whitman in a dance club.

The new America?

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nevver:

Dare alla Luce, Amy Friend

(Source: amyfriend.ca)

I miss red hair.  After the summer. I think this is happening again.

I miss red hair.  After the summer. I think this is happening again.

I have some really backwards ideas of safety as a woman.  And I realize this comes from a place in which I have never *physically* felt at odds with someone.  I’ve wandered so many neighborhoods of DC alone. In the middle of the night. In my “going out” outfits.  There are times when I just don’t have someone to walk with. Or I want to leave early. Or the buses stopped running and I don’t have money for a cab. Or my house is a mile away and fuck it if I’m gonna pay someone to drive me a 15 minute walk away.  I’m not really scared of my city. It comforts me.  And I know bad things happen.  But I hate being scared.  I’m scared of too many things already to be afraid of my beloved city.  And there have been far too many times where people have been kind. Or helpful. Encouraging even. In the middle of the night.  In my going out clothes.  I’ve seen so many memes with things that women are “afraid to do” because they are women.  I’ve done most all of them.  I don’t know what this makes me.  Maybe “stupid”.  But just like I refuse to bend to stereotypes of women, I refuse to bend to stereotypes of my city. I love this city. Gritty, imaginative, scrounging, creating.  I would trade my solitary 2 mile 2 am walks for nothing in the world.  What does this make me? A bad feminist? Perhaps.  I just think if people stopped being afraid, it would make all the difference. There is so much we don’t talk about in the scheme of things because they fit outside the one-liners or the pedagogical ideals.  If something bad happens to me, it happens. But not because I was afraid or asking for it.  Because bad things happen and bad people exist. This is the truth.  But I refuse to be afraid because of it.  



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