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Bob Dylan

—Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

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Bob Dylan - Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright

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The Shirelles

—Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

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The Shirelles - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

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ediebrit:

oh my fucking god

huge fucking trigger warning but oh my god

shots. fucking. fired.

No…no… Comedy central unfortunately hit the nail on the year and just ouch

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charlesjeffrey:

Selfie 2014. 

charlesjeffrey:

Selfie 2014. 

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brxkenpetal:

insta: @lostpetal

brxkenpetal:

insta: @lostpetal

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lacalaveracatrina:

Lou Salomé, Paul Rée et Nietzsche, 1882.

lacalaveracatrina:

Lou Salomé, Paul Rée et Nietzsche, 1882.

conversations at a small town CT bar

The longer my sister and I spoke with this fellow, a fifty-something white male, his prejudices as well as his privilege quickly surfaced.  Here are some bits of our exchange:

After he told us, “I know I’m white, but I still work two jobs” he continued to lecture us on “how you need a work ethic” and how his “lazy” son doesn’t have any because he’s on state aid.

The conversation switches to more neutral topics like beer (him being a bud light die hard) and the weather.  We start talking about body hair, which leads to beauty standards.  The bartender, who does hair and makeup, chimes in and tells my sister she’s “one of those girls who doesn’t need any makeup.”  I refrain from commenting on his observation, understanding that this is not the time or place to have this conversation and that the four of us have very different conceptions of beauty.

The older-male looks at me and says I should let the bartender give me a makeover.  Baffled and slightly buzzed I let him continue, “Yeah, he could cut your hair and clean ya up a little bit.”  Then he asks me to take off my glasses.  Knowing where this is going I take them off.  ”Look at how cute you’d be without your glasses.” I’m offended but mostly disappointed that I have to explain that I don’t wear glasses to look a certain way or attract humans, but wear them out of necessity-to see-and that his approval means absolutely nothing to me.

This rapid, thorough response and the tone of my voice when delivering it caught him off guard.  He had no response and began ranting on how it’s just his opinion, how this is America, how he has a right to an opinion, how this country is going down the drain, etc.  

Do we educate older generations or just let them die out?

good lighting.

good lighting.

found an old portable recorder with a Bruhder show, conversations and kisses with former partners, class president election speeches, and really bad old songs on it. 

do it.

There is an important idea in Nietzsche, of Amor fati, the “love of your fate,” which is in fact your life. As he says, if you say no to a single factor in your life, you have unraveled the whole thing. Furthermore, the more challenging or threatening the situation or context to be assimilated and affirmed, the greater the stature of the person who can achieve it. The demon that you can swallow gives you its power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply.

— The Power of Myth, Joseph Campbell (via bookwormlily)

korvjl:

11pm / august 2014

korvjl:

11pm / august 2014

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