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thejanedoze:

want one of these? on sale this friday at webster hall

It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.

Eleanor Roosevelt

Life is busy.

And I’ve been updating my diary blog more.

Sorry. I’ll try to get back to this.

We are supposed to imagine a Divine Being who for centuries had gazed down on earth and witnessed daily acts of cruelty, wickedness, violence, tyranny and merciless hatred without ever raising a hand to interfere; a Divine Being who, since the Ark, has vowed never to involve himself in Mankind’s affairs, but who, late in the twentieth century, decides that those who roll around with same-gendered friends or who, like thousands of respectable Victorians before them, decide to fill their brains with a distillation of poppy juice, are meet to be destroyed by the most unpleasant, lethal and ruthless plague that ever the earth has seen. What kind of Divine Being could be so capricious, cruel and irrational as to behave like that? Where is the disease that affected only concentration camp guards? Where the virus that strikes down torturers of children, the corrupt, the murderous and the despotic?

“Tolerance to Disease”, Paperweight (via fuckyeahstephenfry)

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hipsterfood:

Have you read this great article by Tiffany Noe in our spring issue of Chickpea Mag? It’s all about how to grow microgreens and sprouts in your own home, specifically on your windowsill ;P She gives great tips and inspired us to start our own mini garden. You can check it out here for free (page 44) or snag a copy here and help support us. Either way, try it out!

teddybear-hugs:

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senshuk:

Alexandra Stréliski - “Prelude”

I love this song. It feels like the beginning of everything.

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Sirshasana by Donald Lipski: With branches that span twenty-five feet and 5,000 brilliant crystal pendants, this chandelier is suspended above the street level entrance to the Grand Central Market.

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rev:

“One of the ironies of white racial identity is that white Americans tend to see themselves in non-racial terms, as the norm against which all other groups are compared. This perception of whiteness as “normal” distances all other groups and reinforces the power relationships that have been imbedded in U.S. society since colonial days. Whites regard themselves as “just people” and see only “others” as having race. For example, in causal discussions and everyday conversations, whites often mention the race of non-whites, even when racial identities are not relevant to the story. For example, a white American might say, “This black guy asked me for directions to city hall,” identifying race even though it plays no particular role in the anecdote. When people are not identified by their race (“This guy asked me for directions to city hall.”), the assumption is that they are white: normal people who need not further description. This view places whites in a highly privileged status. “Other people are raced, we are just people”…. There is no more powerful position than that of being ‘just’ human. The claim to power is the claim to speak for the commonality of humanity. Raced people can’t do that—they only speak for their own race. Just as whites tend to be unaware of their racial identity, they also tend to be unaware of the privileges that attend “whiteness.” Sociologist Peggy McIntosh notes that whites (like men) are reluctant to acknowledge their privilege vis-à-vis non-whites (women). This denial is a way of protecting the privilege—if it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t have to be explained, examined, or defended.”

Joseph F. Healey, Diversity and Society: Race, Ethnicity, and Gender

littlegreybook:

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald  

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Dance Me To The End Of Love - Madeleine Peyroux

Madeleine Peyroux - Dance Me To The End Of Love

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groovesalad:

Madeliene Peyroux - Dance Me To The End Of Love

I love this song

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