I wonder how this effect works in relation to recent fandom stories like the racist reaction to Rue in the Hunger Games.
[video]
Calamity Jane (Taken with instagram)
and it’s true.
(via failedsainthood)
(via laughterkey)
A writer’s brain is full of little gifts, like a piñata at a birthday party. It’s also full of demons, like a piñata at a birthday party in a mental hospital. — Colin Nissan
(Source: mcsweeneys.net, via laughterkey)
C. S. Lewis’s Advice to Children -
Remember that there are only three kinds of things anyone need ever do.
- Things we ought to do.
- Things we’ve got to do.
- Things we like doing.
Art isn’t your pet — it’s your kid. It grows up and talks back to you. — Joss Whedon
(Source: quantasalmastenho)
The reader floats: teachingliteracy:
[have something interesting to contribute to the conversation / waited too long and now it’s not relevant anymore]
(via geekybitch)
It was only later that I realized the value of being bored was actually pretty high. Being bored is a kind of diagnostic for the gap between what you might be interested in and your current environment. But now it is an act of significant discipline to say, “I’m going to stare out the window. I’m going to schedule some time to stare out the window.” The endless gratification offered up by our devices means that the experience of reading in particular now becomes something we have to choose to do. — Clay Shirky - How Will We Read
(Source: bijan, via laughterkey)
Time Quote “Time is the great teacher - unfortunately it kills all of its students.” by John Stevens.
(Source: tagatag)
Happy Easter.
(Source: nevver)
I don’t care about someone being intelligent; any situation between people, when they are really human with each other, produces ‘intelligence.’ —
Susan Sontag, quoted by Brendan Berg. She’s right, precisely and exactly.
It’s not the first element of her argument that’s arresting; any idiot knows that intelligence is overrated in all sorts of ways. But the insight that when we are real and human with each other we produce ‘intelligence’ —as an outcome, not as an attribute— is profound, true, and an explanation I’d never encountered for why I prefer the company of the real and dull to erudite performers distracted by their own brilliance. It is not merely a question of taste: the former converse collaboratively, build meanings with you, surprise you; the latter are not so open to discovery because the dialectic process is for them both a pleasure and a competition, and their intelligence is too precious to them to be risked on banal inquiries, dumb guesses, the fatal utterance “I don’t know.”
(via mills)
(via kateoplis)
If you want to ‘see’ more clearly, close your eyes and use your imagination. Your eyes can be such lying bastards! — Felix, An Ugly Beauty (via nevver)
(via nevver)