My name is Jessica, and I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly. My teeth will one day fall out with the over consumption of salted peanuts. I am allergic to milk and therefore cannot dip oreos in it, but I do dip them into soy milk every summer solstice. I sleep diagonally. If I wake up later than 10, my right eye goes lazy.
at a distance

It reminds me of the “bike to work” movement. That is also portrayed as white, but in my city more than half of the people on bike are not white. I was once talking to a white activist who was photographing “bike commuters” and had only pictures of white people with the occasional “Black professional” I asked her why she didn’t photograph the delivery people, construction workers etc. … ie. the Black and [Latin@] and Asian people… and she mumbled something about trying to “improve the image of biking” then admitted that she didn’t really see them as part of the “green movement” since they “probably have no choice” –

I was so mad I wanted to quit working on the project she and I were collaborating on.

So, in the same way when people in a poor neighborhood grow food in their yards … it’s just being poor– but when white people do it they are saving the earth or something.

—comment left on the Racialious blog post “Sustainable Food & Privilege: Why is Green always White (and Male and Upper-Class)” (via meggannn)

aureat:

I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.

vorkosigans:

Peter Quill by Sara Pichelli & Justin Ponsor

tinychatting:

my talents include being able to sit on the toilet for 30 minutes being distracted by my phone

tumblrdottumblr:

“Carrying a single bag, the young man is traveling alone at his whim with no particular destination in mind. He goes by train and gets off at any stop that arouses his interest. He takes a room, sees the sights, and stays as long as he likes. When he has had enough, he boards another train.”

– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

artchipel:

Artist on Tumblr

Lisa Adams | on Tumblr (Australia)

Lisa Adams creates images that are often unsettling, sometimes melancholy or by turns uplifting, but always affecting and richly atmospheric. The scale on which she works affords her involved and tightly realised paintings an intimacy that echoes the personal nature of her subject matter. Indeed, she explores grand emotions on a humble scale so that the very act of looking at her paintings is a revelatory and ultimately rewarding experience. Adam’s emblematic paintings hold the promise of divested secrets and play with constructions of language through the incorporation of witty titles. (src. QUT Art Museum Public Programs by Alison Kubler, Curator)

© All images courtesy of the artist

[more Lisa Adams | artist found at actegratuit]

lanashiftdelrey:

coming out of your room at 3 am and seeing your parents

image

Kristen Stewart photographed by Craig McDean

codes by
pohroro