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23

Jul

I’m not going crazy about the royal baby but I love a good Lion King gif.

I’m not going crazy about the royal baby but I love a good Lion King gif.

11

Jul

I do like this song, but I only really watch it from 5:46 onwards.  

Because holy hell, this man can dance (in a black turtleneck!  with weird silver-tipped shoes!).

Woody Guthrie’s list puts my own (obsessive, compulsive, and not always actually that productive) list making to shame. 

Woody Guthrie’s list puts my own (obsessive, compulsive, and not always actually that productive) list making to shame. 

09

Jul

In many ways - and despite being a lot older - Liz Lemon feels like the voice of my generation. 

In many ways - and despite being a lot older - Liz Lemon feels like the voice of my generation. 

08

Jul

The Monkey’s Paw Bibliomat at The Monkey’s Paw bookstore in Toronto.

Reference to a creepy story aside, this reminds me more of a literary spin the bottle game, or even that eerie fountain in “Roman Holiday” with the lion that bit off the hands of liars.  Except with books.

03

Jul

girl reading.

sometimes people ask me why i like to read.  i find this question perplexing. it’s as basic and as difficult to describe as the taste of water.  
i find it strange that anyone should dislike reading.  what is there to dislike in the act itself?  

girl reading.

sometimes people ask me why i like to read.  i find this question perplexing. it’s as basic and as difficult to describe as the taste of water.  

i find it strange that anyone should dislike reading.  what is there to dislike in the act itself?  

02

Jul

Eat Your Heart Out: On My Wife's Eating Disorder

I won’t lie - this post hit home in a big way. 

It takes a lot to admit that you have a disease; at first your actions feel like a logical extension of your desire not to gain weight - but it is in fact infinitely worse once you know you have a problem, and you can see it, but the problem is still there, still a habit, still something you return to.  Every.  Single.  Day.

I pretend that I’m cured, but I’m not.  And the most frightening thing is the sense of losing a grip on reality: the belief you are fat overrides any and all evidence to the contrary.  Then there’s the steady detachment of appetite - and all that a healthy, sensual joy in food means - from eating.  You eat when you’re full and throw up when you’re still hungry.  And that doesn’t even get into the knuckle scrapes, bloodshot eyes, mouth sores, eroded teeth, heart palpitations… 

It’s like being stuck in a cage of your own making.  And the only possible sense of relief comes from this everlasting cycle of binge/purge, purity/pigging out, hunger/guilt.  Which only reinforces the fact that you are in a cage of your own making.

"Trust me, you are not supposed to be the person you are becoming when you purge, exercise until you pass out or see spots on an empty stomach, or eat half an apple for dinner. That person is dead."

26

Jun

DING DONG DOMA’S DEAD

dudeinpublishing:

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'Nuff said.

From The Sartorialist: minimalist, chains, sexy. 

From The Sartorialist: minimalist, chains, sexy.