"We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger."

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via larmoyante)

diabetic-homeless-hookers:

interrobangsandtildes:


Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.
Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.
Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.


I know I’ve reblogged this at least twice. It’s still amazing though.

diabetic-homeless-hookers:

interrobangsandtildes:

Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.

Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.

Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.

I know I’ve reblogged this at least twice. It’s still amazing though.

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brandnewswastikas:

I like it when a girl has a food stain on her shirt because it means that she’s bad with spoons and will probably need me to feed her and I’m good with spoons so it will give me a chance to show off a little. 

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"Maybe this world is another planet’s hell."

Aldous Huxley (via theunquotables)

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Garbage Girls is a project of the photographer Maya Fuhr for Vice that shows messy girls in their messy bedrooms.

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cuddlepillowprincess:

feministpraxis:

curveappeal:

Debenhams shows diversity in fashion…

By Kay, Editorial Assistant , The Debenhams Blog

“Here at Debenhams we believe that anyone can look fabulous in our range- which is why we’ve decided to break with Convention…

“Our Customers are not the same shape or size so our latest look book celebrates this diversity.  We would be delighted if others followed our lead.  Hopefully these shots will be a step, albeit a small one, towards more people feeing more comfortable about their boidies,’” said Ed Watson, Director of PR, Debenhams”

Read more (and see the rest of the photos)

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cuntcastle:

omg cameron.

cuntcastle:

omg cameron.

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walterblakeknoblock:

Kurt Vonnegut. 


Image not to scale. 

walterblakeknoblock:

Kurt Vonnegut. 

Image not to scale. 

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"It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?"

Pat Schneider,The Patience of Ordinary Things” from Another River: New and Selected Poems (Amherst Writers & Artists Press, 2005)

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squaremeal:

(via Ms. Chatelaine Lisa Giroday is a hip, urban farmer)

squaremeal:

(via Ms. Chatelaine Lisa Giroday is a hip, urban farmer)

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adriofthedead:

THE RITUAL IS COMPLETE

adriofthedead:

THE RITUAL IS COMPLETE

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