1. stand-up-comic-gifs:

    He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)

    (via ratpackslim)

     


  2. It’s like I’m reading a book, and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you, and the words of our story, but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.
    — Her (2013)

    (Source: larmoyante, via norameiners)

     

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  4. humansofnewyork:

    "You want to photograph me eating chicken?"
    "Yep."
    "Well, if I let you, I need you to help me deliver a message."
    "What’s that?"
    "I work at this library. And before that, I was coming here for twenty years. It’s my favorite place in the world. As many people know, the main reading room of this library is supported by seven floors of books, which contain one of the greatest research collections in the world. Recently, the library administration has decided to rip out this collection, send the books to New Jersey, and use the space for a lending library. As part of the consolidation, they are going to close down the Mid-Manhattan Library Branch as well as the Science, Industry, and Business Library. When everything is finished, one of the greatest research libraries in the world will become a glorified internet cafe. Now read that back to me."

    (via tytodiem)

     

  5. amarilloo:

    azertip:

    ELLIOT ALFREDIUS

    reblogging this again ‘cause I LOVE it 

    (via knives-with-hammers)

     

  6. seeherechicken:

    I’m in love all over again.

     
     

  7. rosalarian:

    Feminism is having a wardrobe malfunction.

    Does your brand of feminism remove barriers for women, or simply move them around? Does is expand options for women, or does it just shift them? You don’t liberate women by forcing them to choose option B instead of option A. What is comfortable for you might not be comfortable for someone else, and it’s entirely possible that what you see as oppressive, other women find comfortable or even downright liberating.

    Before you think the girl in the middle is a strawman, let me tell you I used to be her, back in my misguided youth. I considered myself the standard to which other people should adhere. But that was stupid. It’s not up to me to tell people how to dress, and it’s much nicer to let everyone choose for themselves.

    Some women would feel naked without a veil. Some women would find it restrictive. Some women would feel restricted by a bra. Some women would feel naked without one. Some women would feel restricted by a tight corset. Others love them. Some wear lots of clothes with a corset. Some only wear the corset and nothing else. What makes any article of clothing oppressive is someone forcing you to wear it. And it’s just as oppressive to force someone not to wear something that they want to wear.

     


  8. Why did it take this great influx of white people to get the schools better? Why’s there more police protection in Bed-Stuy and Harlem now? Why’s the garbage getting picked up more regularly? We been here!

    You can’t just come in the neighborhood and start bogarting and say, like you’re motherfuckin’ Columbus and kill off the Native Americans. Or what they do in Brazil, what they did to the indigenous people.
    — Spike Lee on gentrification (via thepeoplesrecord)

    (Source: thepeoplesrecord)

     

  9. Really interested in this song writing style, where you just overload with detail.  The fact that it works is kind of mesmerizing.

     
     


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  11. I’m meeting boys who like Charles Bukowski and they all want to do brutal things to my body. They tell me they buy a bottle of whiskey whenever they get one of his books and don’t stop reading till they’ve gone through a pack of cigarettes. They blow smoke in my face and say, “He was the outcast king of L.A. Did you know that, huh?” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say. “He’s great.”

    A boy gives me a worn copy of On the Road and thinks he’s being original. “We should explore the road together. Would you like that, baby?” I take a sip of my water and look away. Yes, I’d like that, I think. But he’s drunk and imagining himself sixty years earlier, in the back of a bar, sweating to the sound of live bop. Still, I prefer him to the hungry boy that devoured my shirt and said, “You have a tattoo? What’s it say?” ‘mad to live?’ What, are you angry about living? Aw, I’m just kidding, come here, let me take off that bra.”

    The next boy I kiss doesn’t read. I ask him to come to a bookstore with me and he stays outside, sighing. He has no interest in words. He has no interest in me. I am thankful for him. For a few weeks, I am able to shed my habit of thinking obsessively and become a duller, rougher version of myself. I dump him when my fingers start turning imaginary pages in my sleep.

    I go on a date with a boy who knows I like to write. He calls himself a fan of mine and swears he’s read every word I’ve put down. “You’ve got this voice that’s very modern, but also so classic.” I choke on my water as he says, “I read you to fall asleep.” I listen to him pant metaphors and compare my mouth to the sea. One day, he stumbles across my journal, and finds nothing about himself in it. “You don’t really love me, do you?” I shake my head. There is no use pretending anymore. He has read my poems about the boys I want to drown in me. His goodbye leaves my hands covers in ink. He wanted me so badly to be the sea, when all I am is a girl who writes poetry.

    I try my best to become poetry. I take a bath and stain the water with black ink. I cut my hair in a motel sink. I cry for people I have never met. I start smoking cigarettes. I use words like “presumptuously” and talk about “post-modernist new wave.” I walk the streets at 4 a.m. and smile at people coming home from a rave. I wear sunglasses indoors. I carry a 500 page volume of poems wherever I go. I drink coffee instead of water. I talk about the “advantages of using film and listening to records.” But no matter how hard I try, I am not the sea. I am a sunken ship that has drowned in everyone who touched me.

    — I Am Not The Sea | Lora Mathis  (via rosularia)

    (Source: lora-mathis, via colesarar)

     


  12. Let me introduce you to the most evil word in the English language: ‘Just.’ Stick it near the beginning of some advice, and you can turn someone else’s vicious lifelong struggle into a trivial task they should feel ashamed for not having mastered by now.
    — David Wong (via cracked)

    (via cracked)

     


  13. adfinitumblog said: Hi Dan - Community is my favorite television show and Grantland is one of my favorite websites, so when Grantland posted an article about you today I read it. And also the article Alex Pappademas wrote about you a while ago, I read all of its words. I think I am like you, I am the most brilliant amazing person I know. And also an egomaniac asshole. But I'm only 21 years old. What advice do you have for a 21 year old version of yourself?

    danharmon:

    Skip the cocaine.  Best case scenario, you become a bad person for a half hour and then need more coke; worst case, you end up homeless or dead.

    Don’t judge things that make you jealous and don’t lie about the jealousy.  Just say you wish you had something and figure out if there’s a way to get it.

    Good writers hate bad writing but hating bad writing doesn’t make you good.  Writing badly does.

    Luck and talent are the same thing, and neither of them have anything to do with your value as a human being.

    When someone gives you a compliment, and you tell them they’re wrong, you’re not being humble, you’re being rude.

    People attempting to prove you’re a bad person will shut up if you admit it, and they’ll leave you alone if you ask them to help you be better.

    You’re going to marry Erin McGathy so try to be up front about that with all the women you date for the next 27 years.

    You can’t control the outcome of your actions, so make your actions fulfilling.  That way, if the outcome is shit, you weren’t a total sucker.

    Brush your teeth at night and cut down on the carbs.  Gawker and TMZ don’t scour the archives for your only hot photo.

     

  14. jameswyper:

    Transparent Freedom, 2013, acrylic on birch, 30 x 30 in.

    (via zeroing)

     

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