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lickystickypickyshe:

Sunset paints old walls golden.

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visual-poetry:

by steven dobbin
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nevver:

The New Yorker

(Source: newyorker.com)

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hspdigitallibrary:

45 years ago today, Fred Hampton was killed in his bed by the Chicago Police Department.
Broadside from the Thelma McDaniel collection [3063]

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»10 Amazing Personal Essays

tetw:

After Life by Joan Didion - In the aftermath of her husband’s death, the master of the essay form meditates on the fragility of life
Three by David Sedaris - A trio of the best Sedaris stories including The Youth in Asia, Jesus Shaves and Giant Dreams, Midget Abilities
Speaking in Tongues by Zadie Smith - “Hello. This voice I speak with these days, this English voice with its rounded vowels and consonants in more or less the right place…”
Feet in Smoke by John Jeremiah Sullivan - “On the morning of April 21, 1995, my elder brother, Worth, put his mouth to a microphone in a garage in Lexington, Kentucky, and was electrocuted.”
Tennis, Trigonometry, Tornadoes by David Foster Wallace - I grew up inside vectors, lines and lines athwart lines, grids - and, on the scale of horizons, broad curving lines of geographic force
How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America by Kiese Laymon - I’m a walking regret, a truth-teller, a liar, a survivor, a frowning ellipsis, a witness, a dreamer, a teacher, a student, a joker, a writer whose eyes stay red, and I’m a child of this nation
The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison - A medical actor writes her own script
Peculiar Benefits by Roxane Gay - Until visiting Haiti, I had no idea what poverty really was or the difference between relative and absolute poverty
Thanksgiving in Mongolia by Ariel Levy - Adventure and heartbreak at the edge of the earth
Night by Tony Judt - At first I felt a desperate need for the reassurance of light, company, and the simple comforts of human intercourse…

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vlad-urutti:

LAUGH, I NEARLY DIED - The Rolling Stones
I’ve been travelling but I don’t know where
I’ve been missing you but you just don’t care
And I’ve been wandering, I’ve seen Greece and Rome
Lost in the wilderness, so far from home
Yeah, yeah

I’ve been to Africa, looking for my soul
And I feel like an actor looking for a role
I’ve been in Arabia, I’ve seen a million stars
Been sipping champagne on the boulevards - yes

I’m so sick and tired
Trying to turn the tide, yeah
So I’ll say my goodbye
Laugh, laugh
I nearly died

I’ve been down to India, but it froze my bones
I’m living for the city, but I’m all alone
I’ve been travelling, but I don’t know where
I’ve been wandering, but I just don’t care

I hate to be denied
How you hurt my pride
I feel pushed aside
But laugh, laugh, laugh
I nearly died

Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who’s going to be my guide

Living in a fantasy but it’s way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I’ve been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home…Well

I’m so sick and tired
Now I’m on the slide
Feeling so despised
When you laugh, laugh
I almost died

(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who’s going to be my guide)

I hurt my pride, hurt my pride, hurt my pride (Been travelling far and wide)
Been travelling, yeah

(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who’s going to be my guide)

(Been travelling far and wide)