Why the hell do all these dudes have the Hitler Youth haircut out here?
Long island hardcore bros
the fast and the furious 6 wont do well because having the rock and vin diesel in the same film is too much racial ambiguity and america isnt ready.
Psh they did it last time! I’m down 4 tha brown (men) I’m buying tix with my paycheck!!
When was super depressed, I wasn’t working—I was always too depressed. Hemingway did his best work when he didn’t drink, then he drank himself to death and blew his head off with a shotgun. Someone asked John Cheever, “What’d you learn from Hemingway?” and he said “I learned not to blow my head off with a shotgun.” I remember going to the Michigan poetry festival, meeting Etheridge Knight there and Robert Creeley. Creeley was so drunk—he was reading and he only had one eye, of course, and had to hold his book like two inches from his face using his one good eye. But you look at somebody like George Saunders—I think he’s the best short story writer in English alive—that’s somebody who tries very hard to live a sane, alert life.
You’re present when you’re not drinking a fifth of Jack Daniel’s every day. It’s probably better for your writing career, you know? I think being tortured as a virtue is a kind of antiquated sense of what it is to be an artist.
The Spanish men left babies right and left. When most of the indias had given birth to mixed-blood children, when all the lands had been divided, our labor shared out in the encomienda, and no more caciques went out to battle them, they said the people were gone. How could we be gone? We were the brown and olive and cream-colored children of our mothers: Arawak, Maya, Lucaya, stolen women from all the shores of the sea. When we cooked, it was the food our mothers had always given us. We still pounded yuca and caught crabs. We still seasoned our stews with ají and wore cotton skirts. When we burned their fields, stole their cattle, set fire to their boats, they said we were someone else. What was wrong with their eyes? We mixed our blood together like sancocho and calalú. But the mother things stayed with us.
Remedios: Stories of Earth and Iron from the History of Puertorriqueñas
Tonight I saw friends band play I feel really good now. Another friend and I were talking about how good it feels, in our gut after one of their shows. I feel a l l e v i a t e d
I already mistook 2 people for friends (they were strangers) I wasnt gunna be like “hi dogpolice??”
Is dogpolice the guy that was next to me making fun of the transethnic guy he knows??
Theres this lowkey bro in the office who used to work at the statehouse. Yesterday he said “dont get stuck here” today he said at the statehouse they had a mini fridge of beer and a nap couch lol
If your critiques of monsanto dont include consideration for poor folks who cant afford whole foods and poor folks who have to spray monsanto crops you can miss me!