Basically, this is my digital junk drawer, into which I throw the best and worst bits of my work and also the world.
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UPDATE: I followed a bunch more porny tumblrs and now my dashboard is more porn than books and I no longer feel chill looking at tumblr on the streetcar. 

iheartdemons:

April 14th- The day Mulder woke up in Scully’s bed wearing nothing but his underwear.

iheartdemons:

April 14th- The day Mulder woke up in Scully’s bed wearing nothing but his underwear.

(via halfsquaretriangles)

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish.

— Simone de Beauvoir, letter to Nelson Algren (via memorydesire)

(Source: freyjageist, via akratic)

nevver:

Porn for the whole family, Brian Steinhoff

(Source: steinbrianhoff, via wemustcultivate)

How good we have become at hashtags, and how distanced from our bodies, I walk in mine so surprised to feel anything. Such sustenance does not come from good woman apples.

— Sina Queyras, MxT.

There is something for everyone on Craigslist Mirrors. This one marries a sickening awe of nature to the practicality of a tape measure; the wilderness made wilder through an inverted perspective, but ultimately tamed by we who measure the world in inches!

There is something for everyone on Craigslist Mirrors. This one marries a sickening awe of nature to the practicality of a tape measure; the wilderness made wilder through an inverted perspective, but ultimately tamed by we who measure the world in inches!

(Source: craigslistmirrors)

Craigslist Mirrors is consistently the best single service Tumblr.

Craigslist Mirrors is consistently the best single service Tumblr.

(Source: craigslistmirrors)

Oh yeah, again and again.

Oh yeah, again and again.

(Source: donstugots, via mensahdemary)

Why, then, do we read? There’s something Buddhist about literary reading, as I understand it — you drop yourself into a little pocket of silence and peace and allow magical things to happen to your consciousness.

Sam Anderson, a few years back.

imfineitsnothing:

My friend Emily reviewed Ghalib Islam’s Fire in the Unnamable Country for The Walrus. Read!

And admire these endpapers!

imfineitsnothing:

My friend Emily reviewed Ghalib Islam’s Fire in the Unnamable Country for The WalrusRead!

And admire these endpapers!

You do eat brown rice and vegetables, don’t you?

I wrote a poem using just the comments from my Globe piece.

swipebook:

I love the language of feminism
I don’t have time at the moment to comment more

mind your own affairs
if I may quote the great
lies and excuses they tell themselves

sex without love is bestiality
it is against the HUMAN RIGHTS

[for] women to take responsibility for their own choices in their lives
odious, neo-puritan sanctimony is so predictable

I can comment on at least one 
We often fail to remember that Love and Sex are two entirely different things.

Haley is a Queen, obviously. Read her story on sexworkers and Melissa Gira Grant’s new book in the Globe! 

pantheonbooks:

It’s National Reading Month! What are YOU reading?
THE LOVER by Marguerite Duras
Originally published in 1984, this autobiography is set in the prewar Indochina of Marguerite Duras’s childhood, this is the haunting tale of a tumultuous affair between an adolescent French girl and her Chinese lover….

I adore this book. And the design on this reissue is perfect, because it only fixes what was broken, and keeps instead the element, that photo of young Duras, whose narrator so carefully describes all of her own faces through the years covered by the novel, that element that is meant to break you and fix you all at once. The photo on the first edition, in 1984, was much smaller but was a shock: it was one of the very first novels to feature a photograph on the cover! And it’s THIS photograph, tucked chin arched brow, stained lip, an inviting if inscrutable expression…inviting of narrative, all is possible because the face is such a perfectly young one, even as the book opens with a repudiation of what we are meant to envision as this very face that drew us in. The narrator tells us that by some teleological miracle even in its dewy glow this is and always was “a face laid waste.” I mean!

pantheonbooks:

It’s National Reading Month! What are YOU reading?

THE LOVER by Marguerite Duras

Originally published in 1984, this autobiography is set in the prewar Indochina of Marguerite Duras’s childhood, this is the haunting tale of a tumultuous affair between an adolescent French girl and her Chinese lover….

I adore this book. And the design on this reissue is perfect, because it only fixes what was broken, and keeps instead the element, that photo of young Duras, whose narrator so carefully describes all of her own faces through the years covered by the novel, that element that is meant to break you and fix you all at once. The photo on the first edition, in 1984, was much smaller but was a shock: it was one of the very first novels to feature a photograph on the cover! And it’s THIS photograph, tucked chin arched brow, stained lip, an inviting if inscrutable expression…inviting of narrative, all is possible because the face is such a perfectly young one, even as the book opens with a repudiation of what we are meant to envision as this very face that drew us in. The narrator tells us that by some teleological miracle even in its dewy glow this is and always was “a face laid waste.” I mean!