“As for the sheer number of images overwhelming the medium, which every photo panel seems to devolve into nowadays, I think it’s silly. Writers aren’t complaining that the number of emails on the internet is somehow overwhelming their medium. I think if you can’t tell the difference between art and your friends’ instagram, then you’re probably lacking some basic understanding of the medium.”—Carl Gunhouse (via photographsonthebrain)
Yet another garbage article came out today by a white woman crying about the mean intersectional feminists on Twitter and Tumblr. “Feminist infighting takes our eyes off the real struggle.” “Feminist infighting isn’t getting us anywhere.” By “infighting” they mean “valid criticism” and “the…
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect.
But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.
He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break.
Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give.
Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there.
Love hard when there is love to be had.
Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’d McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of the bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s the sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.””—Nick Miller (via helloaugusts)
“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”—Fuck normal #LAproblems (via youbroketheinternet)
“I do not cringe in airport bookstores. I do not have strong opinions about what is trashy and what is not trashy. I do have strong opinions on what is good story and what is bad story, but I don’t have any intention of unloading that on the poor teenager trying to ring up my gum at MacDonald-Cartier in Ottawa. In fact, given my not-at-all-secret love of Robert Langdon’s adventures, I don’t really judge anyone’s taste in anything (and I don’t accept the judgement of others, either).”—I Don’t Care If You Dogear My Pages (And Other Confessions of a Failed Book Fanatic)
“Either decide the book is too mature for your child right now (a perfectly fine and sensible decision), or understand that you are making a deal with your child. “I am going to read you a book you’ll love. Some parts you will not understand entirely. Know that I am prepared to read these moments with you and discuss every one of them.” If you aren’t ready to do that, then it is your discomfort that is causing the problem, not the book or the child.”—The Folly of Child-Proofing Harry Potter (via bookriot)