canonical grimaces

cinematic death mambo

I just realised Jasper is never in any photos. We love him, too, but he doesn’t love the camera like Snuf does.

Tonight’s wild after work agenda: meet S, pick up fresh thyme, spring onions, and a candy bar for him. Gym for one hour to practice the things my not-a-personal-trainer taught me: rowing, bridges, forward and side raises. Home. Spend one hour making a mushroom Bourgignone (sp?!). Watch “I, Claudius” on the telly. Make hottie (local parlance for hot water bottle), and sleeeeeeeep.

cinoh:

Photographer Takashi Homma’s delicate pictures of mushrooms aren’t meant to impress culinary palates. After the Fukushima nuclear disaster, the photographer learned that mushrooms thrive and absorb radiation. Intrigued, Homma headed to the forest to document the organisms that survived the horrific disaster. In his new photo book “Mushrooms from the Forest,” Homma teams up with graphic designer Tanaka Yoshihisa to portray these survivors.

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shakysmiles:

frida kahlo

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell by Marty McConnell leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart  like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl.  you have an apartment  just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away  your cracked past, your  crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and now you pull down  the bridge between your houses, you make him call before  he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take  a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. place it  on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. don’t lose too much weight. stupid girls are always trying  to disappear as revenge. and you  are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade  of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong  they can smell it in the street.

shakysmiles:

frida kahlo

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.

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Salome dances her dance of the seven veils,
The men all eye her like wolves on the hunt, this beautiful girl
finally undressing for them. Finally they can see her
exactly as they want to.
The first veil drops.

In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend
released their sex tape against her will.
Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame
Used the publicity to promote her own career.

Salome moves like a dream half-remembered.
Salome dances like a siren song. All the men ache
to see the hot sugar of her hip bones.
The second veil drops.

In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle
As the whole world watches. If only all of us
were so successful in our revenge.
If only all of us stood in our Louboutin heels
on the backs of the men who betray us,
surveying the world we created for ourselves.

The third veil drops.

Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her.
She presses the cloth tighter against her skin
Her smile is a promise she never intends to keep

We can almost see all of her.
Salome shows us her body
but never her eyes.
The fourth veil is dropping.

The four things most recently tweeted at Kim Kardashian were
@KimKardashian Suck My Dick
@Kim Kardashian Can I Meet Kanye?
@KimKardashian Please Fuck Me
@KimKardashian I Love You. I Love You.

Women are told to keep their legs shut.
Women are told to keep their mouths shut.
Some women are kept silent for so long,
They become experts in the silent theft of power.
The fifth veil has dropped.

Kim Kardashian made $12 million dollars this year
Yesterday, uncountable men in their miserable jobs,
told their miserable friends that Kim was a “dumb whore”
Kim Kardashian will never learn their names.

The sixth veil has dropped.
The seventh veil has dropped.

And Salome sat beside King Herod. And he swore unto her
“Whatsoever thou shalt ask of me, I will give to thee
unto the half of my kingdom”
And she smiled, and said
“Bring me the head of John The Baptist.
Punish the man who hurt me”

There are so, so, so many flowers out. How are there this many flowers nearly six weeks til springtime begins? I don’t know. I need a botanist, a horticulturalist, someone to help me identify all of these living things. I’m sick in bed today but there’s so much life!

In Bloom Hunting for budding and blooming flowers in the middle of winter has taken the space hunting mushrooms did in the autumn.

Basically, I realized I was living in that awful stage of life between twenty-six and thirty-seven known as stupidity. It’s when you don’t know anything, not even as much as you did when you were younger, and you don’t even have a philosophy about all the things you don’t know, the way you did when you were twenty or would again when you were thirty-eight.

Lorrie Moore, Anagrams (via slaughterhouse90210)

I’m so relieved that it isn’t just me.

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feeling as though this should be next on my reading list.

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six months

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I’m going to let you in on a secret: it’s only just now that I’m enjoying being here. I’ve been having weekly breakdowns for the past six months. I had no friends! The employment situation was much, much different than expected. But it takes six months to make a new life. We’re busy, busy, busy, and I feel hopeful. I’ve met so many interesting, creative, friendly young women and settling in has all been worth it. It takes six months to get things started.

"Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act." [Dietrich Bonhoeffer]

This is not a war. This is a massacre. Save the people of Gaza. Free Palestine. If Israel truly wanted peace, they could have it today. They could let the 10 million Palestinian refugees return to their homes. They could stop occupying the West Bank. They could stop the water apartheid throughout Palestine. Until Palestine is free, the people will not give up. Stand against injustice. Stand with Gaza.

(Source: ianmckellens)

hanging out with jasper and snufkin, part two

hanging out with jasper and snufkin, part one

winter of my button up shirts
(snufkin always wants to be in the photos)

winter of my button up shirts

(snufkin always wants to be in the photos)

lecapunk:

precarioussanity:

thatcorbincrow:

can there please be some kind of online exchange where trans boys can give their old clothes to trans girls and vice versa? does that exist? if not am i allowed to start one because holy wow that would be the bomb diggety

can this happen

THERE IS ACTUALLY A BLOG FOR THIS NOW

and cis people can also donate clothes, because that gives people a bigger pool to get clothes from and it’s one of the ways that we can be active allies for our trans siblings

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I guess our country owes its existence to a form of foreign investment by the British government in the then unsettled or, um, scarcely settled, Great South Land.

Tony Abbott. There were 750,000 Indigenous people at the time of invasion. 250-750 Indigenous languages and dialects. It was a people whose history and connection to the land spanned over 40.000+ years. What happened was not a settlement of uninhabited land. It was an invasion. (via progressiveauspol)

Not just the Prime Minister of our country, ladies and gents, but the self-appointed Minister of Indigenous Affairs.

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In which the Prime Minister, an English import himself, pretends not to know how extractive colonialism works.

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