1. Being a woman is kind of like being a cyclist in a city where all the cars represent men. You’re supposed to be able to share the road equally with cars, but that’s not how it works. The roads are built for cars and you spend a great deal of physical and mental energy being defensive and trying not to get hurt. Some of the cars WANT you to get hurt. They think you don’t have any place on the road at all. And if you do get hurt by a car, everyone makes excuses that it’s your fault.

    — 

    A friend of a friend (via bettycockroach)

    Sad because it’s true. 

    (via atheoryofmaking)

    This might be the most perfect analogy I’ve ever read.

    (via ironcladfolly)

    (Source: onesmallflowerofeternity)

  2. Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today

    — 

    Dear employers,

    I will have to take the day off today because:

    ☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm

    ☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again

    ☐ A dog looked at me

    ☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance

    ☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven

    ☐ Daylight savings time

    ☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?

    ☐ Girls are too pretty

    ☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted

    ☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen

    I am submitting the following documentation:

    ☐ A scrap of an old lover’s favorite flannel shirt

    ☐ Trembling cupped hands full of rainwater

    ☐ Light angling over the face of a brownstone at 4 on a winter afternoon

    ☐ A blunt-edged ticket stub from a movie of which I remember nothing except how soft her hands were

    ☐ A crumbling copy of my favorite novel from childhood

    ☐ The universe

    ☐ The peachy glow of a sodium lamp far ahead down an icy pitch-dark path

    I think I just need to:

    ☐ Stare at a cup of tea held in nerveless fingers and slowly leaching heat

    ☐ Watch the sun glow ruby through the dogwood leaves until I regain some capacity to be comforted by beauty

    ☐ Read old emails from someone who loved me because he knew nothing

    ☐ Move to Omaha without telling anyone and find work as a sympathetic bartender named Roxy

    ☐ Learn to live alongside the fundamental meaningless of existence, not just mine but everyone’s

    ☐ Get a drastic haircut

    ☐ Listen to Tegan and Sara’s “Heartthrob” on repeat for 24 hours

    ☐ Scream into a pillow until my throat feels like it’s going to split

    I will be back to work once:

    ☐ I can get out of this empty bathtub

    ☐ It is spring

    ☐ Someone gorgeous has brought me warm milk

    ☐ The consequences of being terribly drunk start to seem more grim than the consequences of not being terribly drunk

    ☐ I have watched every episode of Key & Peele

    Jess Zimmerman

    (via rheawdw)

    will always reblog this

  3. ceevee5:

    blvcknvy:

    Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.

    Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.

    this is so cute.  my dad used to take me to civil service meetings sitting on his hand.

  4. dailybunny:

Bunny Knows There’s a Banana Peel in Here Somewhere
Thanks, Ryan and bunny Shortstack! Ryan writes, “My bun Shortstack is unclear on what trash cans are for, all he cared about was the banana peel in there.”

this rabbit looks exactly like my rabbit

    dailybunny:

    Bunny Knows There’s a Banana Peel in Here Somewhere

    Thanks, Ryan and bunny Shortstack! Ryan writes, “My bun Shortstack is unclear on what trash cans are for, all he cared about was the banana peel in there.”

    this rabbit looks exactly like my rabbit

  5. christinefriar:

handa:

500px: - Tadpoles by Bert Willaert

This rules.

    christinefriar:

    handa:

    500px: - Tadpoles by Bert Willaert

    This rules.

  6. faelan01:

mapsontheweb:

Map of European leaders.

this is highly disturbing

    faelan01:

    mapsontheweb:

    Map of European leaders.

    this is highly disturbing

  7. From an Atlas of the Difficult World →

    wwnorton:

    I know you are reading this poem 
    late, before leaving your office 
    of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window 
    in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet 
    long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem 
    standing up in a bookstore far from the ocean 
    on a grey day of early spring, faint flakes driven 
    across the plains’ enormous spaces around you. 
    I know you are reading this poem 
    in a room where too much has happened for you to bear 
    where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed 
    and the open valise speaks of flight 
    but you cannot leave yet. I know you are reading this poem 
    as the underground train loses momentum and before running 
    up the stairs 
    toward a new kind of love 
    your life has never allowed. 
    I know you are reading this poem by the light 
    of the television screen where soundless images jerk and slide 
    while you wait for the newscast from the intifada. 
    I know you are reading this poem in a waiting-room 
    of eyes met and unmeeting, of identity with strangers. 
    I know you are reading this poem by fluorescent light 
    in the boredom and fatigue of the young who are counted out, 
    count themselves out, at too early an age. I know 
    you are reading this poem through your failing sight, the thick 
    lens enlarging these letters beyond all meaning yet you read on 
    because even the alphabet is precious. 
    I know you are reading this poem as you pace beside the stove 
    warming milk, a crying child on your shoulder, a book in your 
    hand 
    because life is short and you too are thirsty. 
    I know you are reading this poem which is not in your language 
    guessing at some words while others keep you reading 
    and I want to know which words they are. 
    I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn 
    between bitterness and hope 
    turning back once again to the task you cannot refuse. 
    I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else 
    left to read 
    there where you have landed, stripped as you are.

    —Adrienne Rich, from An Atlas of the Difficult World

  8. Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

    — 

    Ernest Hemingway, A Way You’ll Never Be (via captaiinmarvel)

    agree so much

    (Source: larmoyante)

  9. Burlesque: On Desire and Holding Something Back →

  10. cavebae:

    randyliedtke:

    Relaxing with a Bloody Mary

    Recipe:

    Ice, Bloody Mary Mix, Vodka, Footlong Sub, 4 Piece Fried Chicken, Peperoni Pizza, 2 Double Cheese Burgers, Another Bloody Mary, Onion Rings, Fries, Garlic Bread, Pickles, Olives, Onion, Lemon, Lime, Jalepeno

    well first of all what the fuck

  11. samchekov:

If you ever feel bad about running a 16 minute mile

    samchekov:

    If you ever feel bad about running a 16 minute mile

    (Source: goldenclitoris)

  12. 3 April 2014

    268 notes

    Reblogged from
    steroge

    theswinginsixties:

Peter Fonda on the set of ‘Easy Rider’, 1968; Photo by Susan Wood

new orleans

    theswinginsixties:

    Peter Fonda on the set of ‘Easy Rider’, 1968; Photo by Susan Wood

    new orleans

    (Source: steroge)

  13. webewatchinstuff:

All right, well, it’s been a while since I last posted a TV show drinking game so I decided to give it another go. I know I posted a different Portlandia drinking game in the past but since that version was made before the start of season 2, I decided the Watchin’ Stuff Portlandia drinking game could use an upgrade. So, try your had at some mixology or fill your mason jar with your favorite whiskey and have some fun with the Watchin’ Stuff (New) Portlandia drinking game. But remember, don’t drink and bike.

    webewatchinstuff:

    All right, well, it’s been a while since I last posted a TV show drinking game so I decided to give it another go. I know I posted a different Portlandia drinking game in the past but since that version was made before the start of season 2, I decided the Watchin’ Stuff Portlandia drinking game could use an upgrade. So, try your had at some mixology or fill your mason jar with your favorite whiskey and have some fun with the Watchin’ Stuff (New) Portlandia drinking game. But remember, don’t drink and bike.

  14. downsouthernroads:

The Bywater, LA - #6272

    downsouthernroads:

    The Bywater, LA - #6272

  15. (Source: glennoconnell)