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Can there please be a type of movie where we are introduced to people who are adorable and quirky and then watch them just achieve their dreams and succeed in life without any conflict, just wonderful, adorkable and funny happiness.

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holyhobbitshit:

shinitama:

sadness-or-euphoria:

Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.

Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.

I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.

I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.

I am extremely disappointed by google’s lack of a Van Gogh screen for his birthday.

laughingatmynightmare:

Here she is in all of her glory: the official cover for my memoir! I promise this book, which is scheduled for release in October of this year, will make you laugh, cry, and think about life from a new perspective. See below for how you can pre-order your copy TODAY! I’m also running a contest to give away some prizes if you reblog this, details below!
You can pre-order your copy of my book right now! I hope you will because my ultimate dream is for this book to be a #1 Bestseller! Grab your copy from any of these places:
Amazon: http://amzn.com/162672007X
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/laughing-at-my-nightmare-shane-burcaw/1118064959?ean=9781626720077
IndieBound: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781626720077
Booksamillion: http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Laughing-My-Nightmare/Shane-Burcaw/9781626720077?id=5948313314079
Powell’s: http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781626720077-0
I want to give a big thanks to Matt Carr for doing the cover shoot with me. He’s the coolest dude and you should check out his site! http://www.mattcarr.com/
NOW FOR THE CONTEST! I will pick one random reblogger of this post and send to you a box of goodies with the following:
-An autographed Advanced Edition of my book (I get a couple of these to give to people way before the book comes out in October.
-A page from my manuscript
-Candy
-Some handwritten haikus
-A picture of my cat
-Other fun surprises!
You have until Friday 3/21 to reblog.
Thank you everyone! Let’s see if we can get this on the New York Times Bestsellers List!!!

So excited! There’s no way this book won’t be amazing!

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laughingatmynightmare:

Here she is in all of her glory: the official cover for my memoir! I promise this book, which is scheduled for release in October of this year, will make you laugh, cry, and think about life from a new perspective. See below for how you can pre-order your copy TODAY! I’m also running a contest to give away some prizes if you reblog this, details below!

You can pre-order your copy of my book right now! I hope you will because my ultimate dream is for this book to be a #1 Bestseller! Grab your copy from any of these places:

Amazon: http://amzn.com/162672007X

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/laughing-at-my-nightmare-shane-burcaw/1118064959?ean=9781626720077

IndieBound: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781626720077

Booksamillion: http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Laughing-My-Nightmare/Shane-Burcaw/9781626720077?id=5948313314079

Powell’s: http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781626720077-0

I want to give a big thanks to Matt Carr for doing the cover shoot with me. He’s the coolest dude and you should check out his site! http://www.mattcarr.com/

NOW FOR THE CONTEST! I will pick one random reblogger of this post and send to you a box of goodies with the following:

-An autographed Advanced Edition of my book (I get a couple of these to give to people way before the book comes out in October.

-A page from my manuscript

-Candy

-Some handwritten haikus

-A picture of my cat

-Other fun surprises!

You have until Friday 3/21 to reblog.

Thank you everyone! Let’s see if we can get this on the New York Times Bestsellers List!!!

So excited! There’s no way this book won’t be amazing!

"David your profile pic omggg slaayyy"

Asked by knickknackzach

davidlevitz:

Really? I’ve been getting comments it’s conceded/slutty lately so I’m considering changing it tbh

Screw the people who can’t handle your shoulders. You look great in this picture.

Can we please talk about how beautiful and real this model is.

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Can we please talk about how beautiful and real this model is.

(Source: afrodesiacworldwide)

Short Fiction: Day Two

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laughingatmynightmare:

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A baby seal gets eaten by our polar bear in front of a group of visitors, and suddenly my whole career is on the line. It’s completely backwards when you think about it. They are the idiots who flooded our comment cards with stupid demands like: “ANIMALS DESURVE TO PLAY WITH EACH OTHER” and…

A wonderful mix of depth and humor

Short Fiction: Day One

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laughingatmynightmare:

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Why is that baby on fire? She certainly doesn’t seem to be enjoying it, writhing in her smoldering car seat on the floor next to her mother’s left leg. The flames work their way up her little onesie and consume her face, a screeching ball of fire. Black smoke twirls to the ceiling and expands…

This is the first piece of fiction of Shane’s that I’ve read and I now want to read all of it (So good!)

thehammermuseum:

David Wojnarowicz, The Death of American Spirituality, 1987. Mixed media on plywood. Collection of John Carlin and Renée Dossick.
David Wojnarowicz’s life experiences—his early history of abuse, hustling, and drugs; his euphoric queerness; and his and his friends’ fatal struggles with AIDS—furnish the conditions of his artistic production. Identifying with the communities from the decrepit piers and underground East Village sites that he frequented, Wojnarowicz found in the personal and the social weapons to attack the dominant paradigms of a nation in the throes of the culture wars. Like much of his oeuvre, both of the works included here merge imagery from pop culture, history, and dreams to assemble distinctive narratives and historical allegories. The resulting surreal compositions point to and demand accountability from cultural conventions and egregious political actors—like American notions of “progress” and the participants in the Iran-Contra affair—in a chronicle of the wreckage of contemporary American society.
http://bit.ly/1myDxT7

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thehammermuseum:

David Wojnarowicz, The Death of American Spirituality, 1987. Mixed media on plywood. Collection of John Carlin and Renée Dossick.

David Wojnarowicz’s life experiences—his early history of abuse, hustling, and drugs; his euphoric queerness; and his and his friends’ fatal struggles with AIDS—furnish the conditions of his artistic production. Identifying with the communities from the decrepit piers and underground East Village sites that he frequented, Wojnarowicz found in the personal and the social weapons to attack the dominant paradigms of a nation in the throes of the culture wars. Like much of his oeuvre, both of the works included here merge imagery from pop culture, history, and dreams to assemble distinctive narratives and historical allegories. The resulting surreal compositions point to and demand accountability from cultural conventions and egregious political actors—like American notions of “progress” and the participants in the Iran-Contra affair—in a chronicle of the wreckage of contemporary American society.

http://bit.ly/1myDxT7

"when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
turns into
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
and
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours"

Reblogged from curiousgeorgiana

Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys 

(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

(Source: madgirlf)

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burtoo:

Hiked Spencer Butte yesterday.