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"More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself."
Chuck Palahniuk (via paper-travels)
"We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are."
Max De Pree (via tylerknott)
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Continuing our series celebrating National Short Story Month, my pick is The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis.
Rick Moody once called Lydia Davis “The best prose stylist in America.” Dave Eggers says Davis “Blows the roof off of so many of our assumptions about what constitutes short fiction.” What I love about Lydia Davis’s writing is her ability to pack a punch in a few sentences. Her stories are concise but never frivolous. Her observations, subtle, are often unsettling and her wit, sharp. This collection is perfect for a commute to work, those moments in between, or a gloomy Sunday on the couch.
The Thirteenth Woman
In a town of twelve women there was a thirteenth. No one admitted she lived there, no mail came for her, no one spoke of her, no one asked after her, no one sold bread to her, no one bought anything from her, no one returned her glance, no one knocked on her door; the rain did not fall on her, the sun never shone on her, the day never dawned on her, the night never fell for her; for her the weeks did not pass, the years did not roll by; her house was unnumbered, her garden untended, her path not trod upon, her bed not slept in, her food not eaten, her clothes not worn; and yet in spite of all this she continued to live in the town without resenting what it did to her.
The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis, pg. 155 (Picador 2010)
Oh woah I would really love to own and read this.
"And Lot’s wife of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes."
Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut (via ramonaray)
"Female toplessness is legal in a lot of places in the US (although not where I live), and I’d be meeting the letter of the law with a couple of Band-aids. But I have a gut feeling that if I go anywhere that there are people—and particularly anywhere there are children—nobody’s going to be too happy about my Band-aids. The enforcement is social; women just don’t go around topless in the US.
It bothers me because it’s unequal, but it also bothers me in its implications: that my body is inherently sexual, and a man’s body isn’t. It feels like men are being viewed through the first-person lens of “it’s nice to feel the sun on my skin, and I don’t mean anything by it” and women are being viewed through the distinctly third-person lens of “it’s inappropriate for me, a heterosexual man, to see her sexy parts.” It ignores the experiences of people who are turned on by male chests and somehow manage to contain themselves when they see one."
The Pervocracy: My boobs want to be free. (via sexisnottheenemy)
it ignores plenty societies where women and men are both barechested and no one bats an eye. note these societies were called “savage” for knowing better than the “civilized” fucks.
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Three countries. One picture.
This is the junction of Iguazú and Paraná rivers, where three countries have their borders: Paraguay, Argentina, and Brazil.
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