Tracey Emin, I stand by it.

(Reblogged from shessofuckedinthehead)
(Reblogged from hayleybrehl)
Two of her lovers were priests, but even grooms and vagabonds, whom she would select on dim, gloomy nights, as she rode, masked and hooded through the dusty streets, followed by silent retainers, would serve a night’s passion.
Scherzo of Hearts, an unpublished manuscript by Philippa Schuyler (Schomburg Center, Manuscripts, Archives and Rare Books Division)
We wear the mask that grins and lies, / It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.
Paul Laurence Dunbar

One word: lol. Or is that three?

Are you telling me I get to pick, but I only get to pick out of two people? I can only pick a Nike or Adidas? My first pick was Reebok, my second pick was Puma. So now I’m left with Adidas and Nike?
Imani from Pharcyde on the two-party system (Vibe magazine, November 2008)
I knew that we were sharing something with our eyes, but I didn’t know what, and I didn’t know if it mattered.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

(Source: ashkovacs)

(Reblogged from teachingliteracy)

OH SNAP.
- from a book I’m reading and writing a critical review on (Articulate While Black: Barack Obama, Language, and Race in the U.S. by H. Samy Alim and Geneva Smitherman)

Still, the speakers had an air of utter dedication, and the people looked toward them with a kind of intelligence of hope on their faces—not as though they were being consoled or drugged but as though they were being jolted.
James Baldwin, “Down At The Cross — Letter from a Region of My Mind” in The Fire Next Time
I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.
Katie Kacvinsky  (via cultofsaints)

(Source: middlenameconfused)

(Reblogged from cultofsaints)