The Snow Queen

18. Radical thinking. Journalism. Ultimate frisbee. Rugby.
"This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine."

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thepainshelf:

Poetry.

Kilian Martin is my hero.

bbbbird:

this is beautiful

Sorry for so much Kilian Martin, but actually not sorry at all because have you seen him skate?

brandonconway:

This is just another reason I want to find some abandoned theme/water parks.

weflyballoonson:

This is real cool.

It is for the new Smart car. It uses two skaters, Killian Martin and Alfredo Urbon skating on one skateboard. Pretty sick.

Good soundtrack too.

Enjoy.

[Also, I’m not a huge Vans fan, but the blue ones in this ad are supercool].

ninjastarstruck:

km

holyfuckingshit

ellioteee:

Man About Town starring Kilian Martin | Autumn/Winter 2010

sowemadeablog:

Next level shit.

#ROCKFORD - SOWEMADEABLOG.TUMBLR.COM

☠☠☠ www.tumblr.com/follow/sowemadeablog ☠☠☠

We have far more than 87,000 rapes in this country every year, but each of them is invariably portrayed as an isolated incident. We have dots so close they’re splatters melting into a stain, but hardly anyone connects them, or names that stain. In India they did. They said that this is a civil rights issue, it’s a human rights issue, it’s everyone’s problem, it’s not isolated, and it’s never going to be acceptable again. It has to change. It’s your job to change it, and mine, and ours.

Rebecca Solnit, A Rape a Minute, A Thousand Corpses a Year (via thenationmagazine)

(via projectqueer)

And you ask yourself, what does it mean?

I don’t know a damn thing anymore.

And I’m lying here trying to cough up my God damn lung, thinking about how Claudia would lie in her bed when her mama rubbed Vicks on her, thinking about how me and Claudia ain’t so different after all. Thinking about how maybe me, a girl so yellow she’s almost brown, coughing with Vicks vapor rub on her chest, and Toni Morrison ain’t so different after all.

And damn it all maybe I would have gone into academia if I was smart enough but I’m not so let me just be a pretty face on a screen reading little words on a little screen.

“Paper cranes burn at 451º but porcelain hearts break under the slightest pressure.”

shitroughdrafts:

The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. 1925.

You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.

Warsan Shire (via laura—palmer)

(via ibrohimovic)

aipoms:

Staryu appreciation post

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