Westfall

The Vinyl industry has grown 79% in the past 5 years. This is all a direct result of me. Me alone. I am your record ambassador. I am your record king. Bow down to me. I. Am. Tangible. Jack White (Uncut Magazine Feb ‘12)

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slaughterhouse90210
“Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them.”
― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost — slaughterhouse90210

“Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them.”

― Rebecca Solnit, *A Field Guide to Getting Lost*

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands. F. Scott Fitzgerald (via mymangotree)

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coulbyangel:

Divya’s List of Favorite Human Beings → Gillian Jacobs
“My inners are not organs. They’re actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie “Hugo” and then just say, “Act” you know?”

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Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes - who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honours man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge. Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (via saurischia)

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. Homer, The Iliad

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The only sin is mediocrity. Martha Graham (via pinkjulep)

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Emotion arises at the place where mind and body meet. It is the body’s reaction to your mind — or you might say, a reflection of your mind in the body. Eckhart Tolle (via loieloie)

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Even if I didn’t believe in life, if I lost faith in the order of things, were convinced in fact that everything is a disorderly, damnable and perhaps devil-ridden chaos, if I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment – still I would want to live, and, having once tasted the cup, I would not turn away from it till I had drained it. Ivan Karamazov
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via wine-loving-vagabond)

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Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

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“Férfi fantáziák, férfi fantáziák, mindent a férfi fantáziák mozgatnak? Akár piedesztálra vagy emelve, akár térdre vagy ereszkedve, mind egy férfi fantázia része: hogy elég erős vagy ahhoz, hogy bármit elviselj, amivel előállnak, vagy, hogy túl gyenge vagy ahhoz, hogy bármit is tehess ellene. Még az is, hogy úgy teszel, mintha nem a férfi fantáziákat szolgálnád ki, még az is egy férfi fantázia: hogy úgy teszel, mintha nem lennél látva, mintha lenne saját életed, mintha képes lennél megmosni a lábadat és megfésülni a hajadat anélkül, hogy tudatában legyél a mindig jelenlevő őrnek, aki a kulcslyukon át leskelődik; megles, ha máshol nem is, hát a saját fejedben lévő kulcslyukon át. Egy nő vagy, a belsődben egy férfival, aki egy nőt néz. A saját kukkolód vagy.”

—Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

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Vanity is becoming a nuisance. I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I’m not ready for that yet. Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

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ameliaceline:

“You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.”
//Diana Vreeland — ameliaceline:

“You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.”

//**Diana Vreeland**

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There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors. Tennessee Williams (via tuileries)

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