“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”—Sylvia Plath, Draft of letter to Richard Sassoon (December 1955) (via persnicketypeony) (via questforasoul) (via yujinchoi)
Got off the plane to the country sound, I drove to the mountain and a hole in the ground There was crack on the corner and someone dead, and fire coming out of the monkey’s head
[Chorus:] Don’t get lost in heaven They got locks on the gate Don’t go over the edge you’ll make a big mistake
Put me on a cab to the __________ I just took a line then I wasn’t around There was more of it there, when I got back home But you had left me, cuz you don’t know my soul… You’ve got no hope girl… Yeah you’re a hobo
I spoke to someone today who said that they oppose the Health care bill that was just passed and signed into law. Fine. I asked them why.
They told me that they believe that health care is a privilege and that people who earn it should have it, and that those people should not be responsible for paying for the health care of others (namely people with less money.)
What the fuck is wrong with people? Health care is a basic human right, just like food, water and shelter. I cannot believe how many people would leave their fellow human beings to be sick and to die, as long as they were taken care of.
I was under the impression that:
We hold these truths to be self–evident, That all men are created equal, That they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights, That among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.– That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, Deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.
It seems to me that in order to live a happy life, one must be healthy. Ergo, healthcare is an inalienable right
rising through the snowy curtain, and - glancing at him, at the grip of his gloved hands on the wheel, at the austere, fastidious elegance of the figure in black overcoat and white muffler- she thought that he belonged in a great city, among polished sidewalks and sculptured stone.
*2010 Census forms will arrive in your mailbox this week, please take 10 minutes to answer 10 simple questions and mail it back in the postage paid envelope. If 100 percent of occupied households return their forms, we could save $1.5 billion in taxpayer spending.
Just do it, who gives a fuck. It’s not like they don’t already know who you are, I mean… do you have a license? Do you have a s.s. #? Did you vote in the last election? Are you a functioning/contributing/noncontributing member of society?
“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to BE. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her”