I'm in a lull,
there's nothing so dull,
as talking bout yourself,
But what I meant to say
I'm sorry that I lost control.
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ok ok they also both returned from somewhere to find that their entire lives as they knew them had changed

Q: You talk about suburbia in Fevers & Mirrors and I was wondering how that affected you.
Conor: Actually my parents were really smart and I was born in the suburbs but when I was six or seven they moved down into the city in Omaha. It wasn’t downtown, but it was a little north of it. The neighborhood was pretty big brick houses but a couple blocks away was the fucking ghetto. They made the right decision because I know I would not want to grow up in West Omaha where it’s all the cookie cutter houses and all that shit. At the same time I had a bunch of friends who came from there. Omaha is kind of separate like that. You have the black, north Omaha and then the south, Hispanic Omaha and then the central part where it’s all blended. More than half the city is just spread out all west where it’s white flight and everyone wants to fucking hide.
Q: Do you think the suburban life is depressing?
Conor: Yeah, I think it’s horrible. It’s the fucking downfall of civilization. It’s terrible. You take everything interesting and all ideas of being an individual and try and be like your neighbor.
Five major scandals the media isn’t obsessing about

think-progress:

Are these things more important than edits to talking points? Judge for yourself.

1. Carbon pollution reaches historic highs, threatening human existence

2. The devastating impact of sequestration on kids, cancer patients and first responders.

3. Massive cuts to food stamps for the most vulnerable.

4. 1,100 workers die in a Bangladesh factory collapse, and American retailers continue business as usual.

5. 4,150 gun deaths from gun violence since Newtown.

(via sixofun)

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TW: Sexual Assault
A friend of mine was sexually assaulted out to dinner with a professor. When she told her story to her adviser, a dear friend of ours, she told him she wore a turtleneck and long pants and described her outfit. He cut her off and told her, “I don’t care if you were wearing a fucking bikini—nobody has the right to touch you.”
I think that was the first time in the whole process of talking to cops and administrators about what happened where someone actually told her it wasn’t her fault. 
They make it about the clothes, the situation—“Why did you agree to dinner? Why didn’t you take your own car? Did you lead him on? For once, someone made it about her and her rights. I think this helped her most of all in the process. Everyone needs to respond like this to survivors, in my opinion.

has anyone seen both Castaway and Hamlet, specifically the Mel Gibson one? Can you see any parallels between the two? My English final was to watch both of them and I only got about 20 minutes into Hamlet last night and it’s too late to watch it now…. The only thing I can think of is Tom Hank’s befriending and relying on Wilson and Hamlet relying on his father’s ghost, and both character’s will to pull through.. help?

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9, 25, 39, 12 asked by Anonymous

9. Talk about the little things on your body that you like the most

I have freckles all over, my face, legs, arms, tummy, everywhere. If you play connect the dots with them, 4 make a trapezoid(right arm), three a triangle (left arm), four a vampire coffin shape(left arm), and four a rectangle (stomach)

25. Talk about an ex-best friend

I miss our walks around the neighborhood the most. I don’t miss the constant disagreements and clashing ideals. I hope she’s happy and well wherever she ended up.

39. Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier.

I wish I’d known how hard it was going to be to leave for college, and how the world doesn’t really support the things that I love most. 

12. Talk about the worst dream you’ve ever had.

I wouldn’t really consider most of my dreams to be “bad” or “nightmarish,” they’re usually just weird or creepy. The weirdest dream I’ve ever had was from an outside point of view, there was a huge white room, with a huge brown overworked, old looking shoe and slow violin music playing in the background, slowly a detached-from-the-mouth tongue appeared, licked the shoe and the dream ended.

And by far the creepiest dream I’ve ever had was of me walking down a dark alley at night, in the rain. I approached one of those NY restaurant basement-kitchen staircases and went down. When I got inside, it was dark other than one faulty, fluorescent light that kept flickering, under the light was a freezer, I walked over to the freezer and opened it to reveal a human’s head. 

just actually what

(Source: reallyfoxnews, via katiemorrison94)