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cmog:

Radio Set by Hunt Glass Works, Inc., about 1920. Corning Museum of Glass. (via Radio Set | Corning Museum of Glass)

cmog:

Radio Set by Hunt Glass Works, Inc., about 1920. Corning Museum of Glass. (via Radio Set | Corning Museum of Glass)

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smidgetz:

Outkast Featuring Killer Mike - The Whole World

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bells-4-her:

Robyn & Röyksopp allow us to taste their mini-album

Röyksopp & Robyn are gonna release a mini-album this year, which should be exciting for all human beings, considering their past collaborations (“The Girl and the Robot” and “None of Dem”) were so glorious they blew our skin off like at the end of that Indiana Jones movie.

Here’s a taster and, sure enough, it does sound glorious, if a little subtler and more downbeat.

The mini album shall be called *drumroll* Do It Again and tis out on the 26th of May.

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— 4 days ago with 73 notes
vaginal-erection:

do-i-wanna-know:

what the fuck is this though seriously

a good fucking time thats what

vaginal-erection:

do-i-wanna-know:

what the fuck is this though seriously

a good fucking time thats what

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— 5 days ago with 221298 notes

laverne cox and ellen page at the 25th annual glaad media awards

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"

after Marina Wilson

Consider the hands
that write this letter.

Left palm pressed flat against paper,
as we have done before, over my heart,

in peace or reverence to the sea,
some beautiful thing

I saw once, felt once: snow falling
like rice flung from the giants’ wedding,

or strangest of strange birds. & consider, then,
the right hand, & how it is a fist,

within which a sharpened utensil,
similar to the way I’ve held a spade,

the horse’s reins, loping, the very fists
I’ve seen from roads through Limay & Estelí.

For years, I have come to sit this way:
one hand open, one hand closed,

like a farmer who puts down seeds & gathers up;
food will come from that farming.

Or, yes, it is like the way I’ve danced
with my left hand opened around a shoulder,

my right hand closed inside
of another hand. & how I pray,

I pray for this to be my way: sweet
work alluded to in the body’s position to its paper:

left hand, right hand
like an open eye, an eye closed:

one hand flat against the trapdoor,
the other hand knocking, knocking.

"
"Consider the Hands that Write this Letter," Aracelis Girmay (via commovente)
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"Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
Don’t even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic — decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity."
— 6 days ago with 977 notes
electrodaggers:

womanistgamergirl:

Dude.
Denny’s is calling out Coachella.
Dude.
Dude.
Denny’s dude. Wow.

It’s actually a real tweet.

electrodaggers:

womanistgamergirl:

Dude.

Denny’s is calling out Coachella.

Dude.

Dude.

Denny’s dude. Wow.

It’s actually a real tweet.

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