dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the way people hum to themselves while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
Of course it’s easier if you hold an Olympic Games in the middle of nowhere.– British Prime Minister David Cameron, alluding to the Salt Lake City Olympics, in response to Romney’s concerns that London isn’t ready to host the games. (via officialssay)
How the media shouldn't cover mass murder →
soupsoup: If you don’t want to propagate more mass murders… Don’t start the story with sirens blaring. Don’t have photographs of the killer. Don’t make this 24/7 coverage. Do everything you can not to make the body count the lead story. Not to make the killer some kind of anti-hero. Do localise this story to the affected community and as boring as possible in every other market.
To this day
I still regret watching Deadgirl at tazar’s recommendation.
Lately I find myself in a bit of a rut. I can’t relate to many people beyond the average day-to-day bullshit, and the things I do want to talk about, I don’t think anyone else could relate to. Is this the kind of fall-out I should expect from life changing events? Am I wrong in assuming the position of someone who is okay with everything in their life when clearly I’m not? I...
Seeing Riser wage a one-man war against piss-poor feminism has made my night*. *By night, I mean my last five minutes catching up on tumblr.
the tilt shift
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. a phenomenon in which your lived experience seems oddly inconsequential once you put it down on paper, which turns an epic tragicomedy into a sequence of figures on a model train set, assembled in their tiny classrooms and workplaces, wandering along their own cautious and well-trodden arcs—peaceable, generic and out of focus.