I Was Born Free

"We're all one thing, Lieutenant. That's what I've come to realize. Like cells in a body. 'Cept we can't see the body. The way fish can't see the ocean. And so we envy each other. Hurt each other. Hate each other. How silly is that? A heart cell hating a lung cell." - Cassie from THE THREE

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ozu-teapot:

Breaking the Waves | Lars von Trier | 1996

Jean-Marc Barr, Robert Robertson

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jamiatt:

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here listen to this.

forgot this song (sort of)

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laughterkey:

therustyskull:

perzadook:

Here’s a weird thing. I bought a new pair of Lucky Brand jeans two days ago, and yesterday morning I put them on and found this receipt in the back pocket. Owensboro, KY. Chik-fil-A. 2014. One cookie!

It’s highly unlikely that some guy recently came into the store and deposited this tenth month old receipt into the back pocket (from Owensboro, KY no less). So, the jeans are “used” and Lucky Brand is a bad company. But, also, what? 

How did the jeans make their way from a Chik-fil-A in Kentucky all the way to California? I googled the Chik-fil-A location and there’s a consignment store across the street. I wonder if the jeans were gifted on Christmas and then someone sold them to the consignment store (but not before eating one (1) cookie at Chik-fil-A). But then how do the jeans make it from the consignment store to being sold as “new” in Palo Alto?

I’m much more interested in finding out who was wearing my jeans than burning Lucky Brand. As in, the jeans are super comfortable and I don’t want to return them EVEN THOUGH SOME DUDE WAS WEAR THEM LAST YEAR IN A CHIIK-FIL-A IN KENTUCKY EATING ONE COOKIE. It’s fine. So, what’s going on here?

This is just weird.

I need to know more.

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Then, back home again, between taking another sleeping pill or doing something else, she opted for the second scenario, since she remembered she could now go back to looking for that misplaced bill of exchange. From what little she understood, that piece of paper represented money. Two days before she had exhaustively searched for it all over the house, even in the kitchen, but in vain. Now it occurred to her: and why not under the bed? Maybe. So she kneeled on the ground. But she quickly got tired from putting all her weight on her knees and leaned on her two hands as well
Then she realized she was on all fours.
She stayed that way awhile, perhaps meditative, perhaps not. Who knows, maybe Senhora Xavier was tired of being a human. She was being a bitch on all fours. Without the slightest nobility. Having shed her last bit of haughtiness. On all fours, a little thoughtful perhaps. But all there was under the bed was dust.
Clarice Lispector, “In Search of a Dignity” (”A procura de uma dignidade”)

ohheybill:

I have found the worst 28 seconds in the history of music.

oh good this is blowing up again

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Had to let this little angel/devil go today. 6 ½ years ago @bklyncharmschool brought her into my life and I am forever changed. Thanks for the years of love and hate, Suki, and I will see you in the next life! ❤️❤️❤️

Good/terrible night to re-read this

jhermann:

same but replace “ghost stories” with “failures of late capitalism”

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melissacruzrocha:

Trying to capture the heat of Mexico from this hand dryer 🔥💨

As for myself, I am a Christian trying to follow the one who said: “Blessed are the merciful for they shall be shown mercy.” The heroic courage of murder victims’ families against execution inspires me. And deep down, I know that one of the core truths at the heart of my faith is the belief that death has lost its sting. That’s a line penned by the apostle Paul in his letter to the Corinthians (I Corinthians 15:55). Paul himself was a former religious extremist, a cold-blooded killer who had such a radical conversion that he changed his name from Saul to Paul and went on to write half the New Testament. So I know that murderers can be transformed. But I admit — I find it hard to find mercy in my heart for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. I guess that is why it is called “faith”. God is daring us to believe in the miracle of grace. God is calling us to believe that every person is made in the divine image – even Timothy McVeigh and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev.

rosarioisabeldawson:

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It’s also a long ass week, Rosario.