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good morning dirtbag nation last night I cowboy camped up on a ridgeline tucked beneath hemlock saplings right alongside one of those big intermountain power lines that look like giant men walking across the mountain tops. the wires were so close that there was a constant crackling hum of electricity that almost disguised the sound of the rain pit-pattering on my tarp. when the water hit the cables it made hot blue flashes like little lightning birds on the wire, and you could almost track the sheets of wind in the darkness because of the ripples of light.
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finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING
look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth
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Sorry but if god was a real thing and we asked him "why did you allow this?" and he responded "why did you allow this?" I would kill him. You're the omniscient omnipotent one man. Next time you open up your divine mailbox to receive your followers' sacrifices expect a holy hand grenade in the mix
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Maria Callas and Pier Paolo Pasolini, July 1969 in Nevshir, Turkey.
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Yet Eve is not only Mary’s opposite but also her mirror image—reversed and yet identical. […] Both Eve and Mary were propositioned, even seduced (as certain Rabbinic and Christian texts claimed)—Eve by the serpent and Mary by Gabriel. “Eve,” Tertullian wrote, “believed the serpent; Mary believed Gabriel.” Both suitors claimed to be angelic messengers—and neither lied, though one of those two angels had fallen from God’s grace. Both Eve and Mary, according to the tradition represented in the Salzburg Missal, were impregnated by their supernatural encounters: Eve by Death and Mary by Life. And both Eve and Mary were promised deification. The serpent promised Eve that she would become like a god, while Gabriel promised Mary that she would become the Theotokos, the God Bearer.
— EMMA MAGGIE SOLBERG, from Virgin Whore.
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new reblog game: what are the worst books you've ever read?
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Where time stops and takes a breather March 2016
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The Haunting of Hill House (1959) / Lake Mungo (2008)
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Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, Deer and Deer Hounds in a Mountain Torrent (detail), 1832
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I’m still here.
You’re still here.
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“Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than have syntax. Or semicolons. I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after “semicolons,” and another one after “now.” And another thing. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than get old. And he did. He shot himself. A short sentence. Anything rather than a long sentence, a life sentence. Death sentences are short and very, very manly. Life sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man.”
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Ursula K. Le Guin on being a man – the finest, sharpest thing I’ve read in ages
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