thingsorganizedneatly:

Carl Andre and Donald Judd at the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth

'Are you always a smartass?'
‘Nope. Sometimes I’m asleep.’

Jim Butcher, Blood Rites (via larmoyante)

I dunno, just laying face down on the couch and waiting for some baby boomers to die, I guess

Millennials, when asked about plans for the future (via alwaysfaithfulterriblelizard)

(Source: hermione-ganja)

allmymetaphors:

i used to be scared that i would never make a man fall in love w me because i’m too outspoken/aggressive/interested in radical feminist politics/independent, but then i realized that the kind of man who would rather I keep quiet and nod my head is not the kind of man i would ever let touch me or look at me or associate with me 

pleasuresofpan:

mandrag:

by Johnny Clasper
aqqindex:

Shiro Kuramata, Curiosity Cabinet, 1989

#GIRLBOSS by NastyGal.com CEO Sophia Amoruso
lamassucats:

Johannes Vermeer, Girl with a Pearl Earring, 1665. Oil on canvas, Mauritshuis Gallery in The Hague.

I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via hellanne)

This is why a tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.

No, van Gogh was not mad, but his paintings were bursts of Greek fire, atomic bombs, whose angle of vision would have been capable of seriously upsetting the spectral conformity of the
bourgeoisie.

In comparison with the lucidity of van Gogh, psychiatry is no better than a den of apes who are themselves obsessed and persecuted and who possess nothing to mitigate the most appalling states of anguish and human suffocation but a ridiculous terminology. To a man, this whole gang of pected scoundrels and patented quacks are all erotomaniacs

Antonin Artaud (via alfsaga)

Joseph Lorusso (1966)