fortheethrill:

Scattered thoughts 

Self Portrait // July 2014 

pikeys:

William Miller - Ruined Polaroids (2011)

"These pictures are taken with a camera that is, by most definitions, broken: an old Polaroid SX-70 camera.  With its first use I realized the camera wasn’t functioning properly. It sometimes spills out 2 pictures at a time and the film often gets stuck in the gears, exposing and mangling them in unpredictable ways. The image as it is exposed within the camera becomes pulled and stressed by these violent mechanisms, often to abstraction. Each one is determined by the idiosyncrasies of the film and the camera.

This project, Ruined Polaroids, is an unintended exploration into the 3-dimensional physical character of an antiquated photographic medium that touches on subjects such as the nature of chance, destruction and what constitutes a photograph.”

- Artists’ Statement on Ruined Polaroids

(via coreena)

"Scare the world: Be exactly who you say you are and tell the truth."

The Shock of Honesty (via themilkywhiteway)

(Source: tiedtotheoceans, via skeptikhaleesi)

buttonpoetry:

Cam Awkward-Rich - “Break-Up Letters” (Rustbelt 2014)

"How could you not be a prophet of your body? How could you stop saying it’s name?"

Performing during finals at the 2014 Rustbelt Regional Poetry Slam.

itchesandtugs:

today a two-year-old was incredibly, amazingly upset about something and he started shrieking, an actual ear-piercing shriek and didn’t seem to register anyone speaking to him. i had to pick him up, hold him against me, and walk laps around the back yard (a comfort measure) before he stopped making the noise. when he finally calmed down and i asked him what was going on, he was like “i’m just tired and i’m gonna poop and it all happened in a big way.” 

i am free

buttonpoetry:

Venessa Marco - “Patriarchy” (WoWPS 2014)

"See how quickly you become a mouth again? A cavity? A temple and brothel, both cathedral and jezebel?"

Performing during prelims at the 2014 Women of the World Poetry Slam.

to learn

soft muscle moves strong and uncertain.


i am big as the sky

envision this body
yours
to be a home
of moon-syrup and
moss mountains.

a place you could stay for a lifetime.

"

The other night at my event in St Paul, a young woman asked me about how I achieve balance in my life.

First of all, I love that she thinks I have achieved balance in my life!

Secondly, I felt the need to speak out once more against the subtle tyranny of the word BALANCE, which I think haunts and punishes modern women more and more every day.

We are constantly being told that we should be achieving balance — that we should somehow exquisitely be negotiating the relationships between our work lives, our home lives, our romantic lives, our health and well-being, our spiritual selves. You can’t read an interview with a famous woman these days that the journalist does not applaud her for having achieved BALANCE….and then if you turn the pages of that magazine, you will find ten more articles showing how you can achieve balance. too!

Be careful.

The word BALANCE has tilted dangerously close, I fear, to the word PERFECT — another word that women use as weapons against themselves and each other.

To say that someone has found the secret to a balanced life is to suggest that they have solved life, and that they now float through their days in a constant state of grace and ease, never suffering stress, ambivalence, confusion, exhaustion, anger, fear, or regret. Which is a wonderful description of nobody, ever.

Balance, when we do find it, is a breathtakingly temporary condition. We stand upon a world that spins at 2000 miles an hour. Our minds, meanwhile, spin at 200,000 miles an hour. We collide every day with other humans who are also sliding and spinning wildly. The landscape of our lives, therefore, changes by the minute. You find your balance one day and think, “Hooray! I have solved it” and then five minutes later the world utterly transforms again, and you’re knocked on your ass one more time.

That’s just how life is on this planet — messy, fast, out of control, unpredictable. It’s all terribly interesting, but also terribly unstable.

That being the case, I dropped the myth of BALANCE a long time ago. (I buried it right next to PERFECT.) My life seems happiest — as I tried to explain to this young woman the other night — when I just surrender to the madness, and embrace the glorious mess that I am…and also when I embrace the glorious mess that everyone else is, and the glorious mess of the world itself. My life gets the most painful when I try to set the entire mess (myself other people, life itself) into order.

The world is like a dropped pie most of the time. Don’t kill yourself trying to put it back together. Just grab a fork and eat some of it off the floor. Then carry on.

If you can get some stuff done in the chaos sometimes, god bless you. If you can basically hold it together, propping yourself up with duct tape and glue, rock on. If you can manage stay upright even one hour a day, you’re doing pretty great, as far as I’m concerned. And if you can be kind to the other stumbling fools around you half the time — well, that’s just heroic.

Basically, I think we are all just sloppy stupendous champions.

"

Elizabeth Gilbert, against BALANCE