songs about hips and hearts

Hey girl, now that your contract is up relationship is...

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:33:33 -0400

Hey girl, now that your ~~contract is up~~ relationship is officially over, you’re free to date all the ladies you want. JUST SAYIN’

nevver: What we’re reading Sometimes it’s harder than...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:34:26 -0400

nevver:

What we’re reading

Sometimes it’s harder than you’d think, okay.

psychology2010: Sternberg’s Love Theory The triangular theory...

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:30:43 -0400

psychology2010:

Sternberg’s Love Theory

The triangular theory of love is a theory of love developed by psychologist Robert Sternberg. In the context of interpersonal relationships, ‘the three components of love, according to the triangular theory, are an intimacy component, a passion component, and a decision/commitment component’.

Intimacy – Which encompasses feelings of attachment, closeness, connectedness, and bondedness.
Passion – Which encompasses drives connected to both limerence and sexual attraction.
Commitment – Which encompasses, in the short term, the decision to remain with another, and in the long term, the shared achievements and plans made with that other.

- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triangular_theory_of_love

Pretentious hipsters of 1961, European edition

Thu, 16 May 2013 01:31:00 -0400

Pretentious hipsters of 1961, European edition

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing...

Tue, 14 May 2013 11:57:00 -0400

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship - be it JC or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles - is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things - if they are where you tap real meaning in life - then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already - it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. Worship power - you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart - you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out.

The insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default settings. And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom to be lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the centre of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about in the great outside world of winning and achieving and displaying. The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the “rat race” - the constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.

… None of this is about morality, or religion, or dogma, or big fancy questions of life after death. The capital-T Truth is about life before death. It is about making it to 30, or maybe 50, without wanting to shoot yourself in the head. It is about simple awareness - awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, that we have to keep reminding ourselves, over and over: “This is water, this is water.”

David Foster Wallace, This Is Water. He would have turned 50 last year.

Sia, “Academia” You’re a cryptic crossword, a...

Sun, 12 May 2013 14:49:00 -0400

Sia, “Academia”

You’re a cryptic crossword, a song I’ve never heard
While I sit here drawing circles I’m afraid of being hurt

Oh, academia

ohhhmadeline: omg where There’s hope for this generation...

Wed, 08 May 2013 23:10:43 -0400

ohhhmadeline:

omg where

There’s hope for this generation yet.

commovente: “Women who encountered Joan Didion when they were...

Wed, 08 May 2013 17:20:49 -0400

commovente:

“Women who encountered Joan Didion when they were young received from her a way of being female and being writers that no one else could give them. She was our Hunter Thompson, and Slouching Towards Bethlehem was our Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He gave the boys twisted pig-fuckers and quarts of tequila; she gave us quiet days in Malibu and flowers in our hair. “We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold,” Thompson wrote. “All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk across the bedroom windows, because I had some idea that the gold light would make me feel better,” Didion wrote. To not understand the way that those two statements would reverberate in the minds of, respectively, young men and young women is to not know very much at all about those types of creatures. Thompson’s work was illustrated by Ralph Steadman’s grotesque ink blots, and early Didion by the ravishing photographs of the mysterious girl-woman: sitting barelegged on a stone balustrade; posing behind the wheel of her yellow Corvette; wearing an elegant silk gown and staring off into space, all alone in a chic living room.”

-Caitlin Flanagan, The Autumn of Joan Didion

I take my quiet days in Malibu with quarts of tequila, so I prefer these excerpts:

Didion’s genius is that she understands what it is to be a girl on the cusp of womanhood, in that fragile, fleeting, emotional time that she explored in a way no one else ever has. Didion is, depending on the reader’s point of view, either an extraordinarily introspective or an extraordinarily narcissistic writer. As such, she is very much like her readers themselves. “I’ve been reading you since I was an adolescent,” a distinctly non-adolescent female voice said on a call-in show a decade ago, and Didion nodded, comprehending. All of us who love her the most have, in ways literal and otherwise, been reading her since adolescence.

… What Didion wrote about were the exquisitely tender and often deeply melancholy feelings that are such a large part of the inner lives of women and especially of very young women—and girls—who are leaving behind the uncomplicated, romance-drenched state of youth and coming to terms with what comes next. Didion’s sensibility is like that of the young Joan Baez, whom she encountered in 1965: “Above all, she is the girl who ‘feels’ things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young.” She herself had once been the girl with “skirts too long, shy to the point of aggravation … full of recriminations and little hurts and stories I do not want to hear again.”

I can’t believe I shaved my legs for this

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:19:28 -0400

I can’t believe

I shaved my legs

for this

nevver: Winona forever

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:17:37 -0400

nevver:

Winona forever

coketalk: Skeletons - Yeah Yeah Yeahs Wake up, my little...

Sun, 05 May 2013 14:15:40 -0400

coketalk:

Skeletons - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Wake up, my little darlings. There’s trouble to be found today.

"You seem like a smart, funny, and charming lady on the internet, so I have no doubt those qualities..."

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:33:02 -0400

“You seem like a smart, funny, and charming lady on the internet, so I have no doubt those qualities are evident in real life too.”

- Evidence that my NuvaRing hormones are making me crazy: someone said this to me after I turned a Hairpin thread into my own private foreveralone therapy session and I teared up.

Despite the opening line of the first song, this will not cheer...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 15:01:00 -0400

Despite the opening line of the first song, this will not cheer you up.

Tracklisting:

Radio Cure, Wilco
Night Light, The Mountain Goats
Every Single Night, Fiona Apple
A Better Son/Daughter, Rilo Kiley
The Greatest, Cat Power
Between the Bars, Elliott Smith
You Know What I Mean, Cults
Either Way, Wilco
Too Little Too Late, Metric
The Good That Won’t Come Out, Rilo Kiley

Photo

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 12:57:50 -0400

nevver: Poorly Drawn Lines

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 12:16:19 -0400

nevver:

Poorly Drawn Lines

"Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 10:52:07 -0400

“Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mold or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge. When I think of its advance, an anchoress’s cell comes to mind, as does the exoskeleton of a gastropod.”

- Me, myself and I, Olivia Laing

Photo

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 16:34:52 -0400

pheeels: in-fi-ni: e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 01:27:00 -0400

pheeels:

in-fi-ni:

e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it is with your]”

#I WOULD HAVE BANGED E.E. CUMMINGS SO FAST IS THE THING

yeah i would’ve too

THIS FUCKER THO

i mean i would not say no, but let’s be real … it’s all because of this fucking poem

i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss

i like anyone’s body when it is with this poem is the truth here. ANYONE’S

"How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 01:12:00 -0400

“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”

- David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via commovente)

newyorker: Postscript E.L. Konigsburg: “Konigsburg taught, in...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 17:21:00 -0400

newyorker:

Postscript E.L. Konigsburg: “Konigsburg taught, in her famous novel, that “happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.” She may be gone, but her books still teach that lesson.” http://nyr.kr/ZH0v2q