“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”—Neil Gaiman, A Game of You (via wearerestlessthings)
If you don’t know who Jack Delano is then you should take a look deeper into him. He was a photographer for the FSA (Farm Security Association) who took color slide film images, which he knew he had no way of reproducing for the public to view on a mass scale.
Mike Evans, a welder, at the rip tracks at Proviso yard of the Chicago and Northwest Railway Company. Chicago, Illinois, April 1943
If you aren’t shooting for yourself then you shouldn’t be shooting.
came on the radio when I was in the car with my parents last night…
What is my life?
The Genitalia of a Fool
Everybody’s got a hobby Everybody’s got a schtick Please consider me eccentric Don’t think of me as sick
Didn’t mean to spoil your party I didn’t mean to be uncool But I’m standing here holding The genitalia of a fool
'Cause I thought if I exposed myself You’d fall in love with me But when I burst in To my chagrin You had company
I’m afraid I’ve shown your family the wrong kind of family jewels ‘Cause I’m standing here holding the genitalia of a fool
Well I guess the show is over so I’ll just go on home I’ll pack my prize possession it’s the nicest thing I own
Didn’t mean to scare the children or make your grandma drool but I’m standing here holding the genitalia of a fool
And I pray that you’ll forgive me and try to understand But I’m afraid you’ll always picture me with my whole world in my hands and I’ll go through life just wondering how fate could be so cruel Left me standing here holding the genitalia of a fool
Now I wish that you were holding, the genitalia of this fool
“You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.”—(via incurablycurious)