Our veritable birth dates from the day when, for the first time, we feel at the deepest of us that there is something grave and unexpected in life.
Some there are who realise suddenly that they are not alone under the sky. To others will it be brusquely revealed, while shedding a tear or giving a kiss, that ‘the source of all that is good and holy from the universe… is hidden behind a night, full of too distant stars’.
— The Treasure of the Humble (Maurice Maeterlinck)
11:58 am • 14 June 2013 • 3 notes
Yoo Jae-myung, animation director of The Legend of Korra, discusses Nickelodeons initial hesitancy to accept Mike and Bryans proposal of the show… and Korra. [Cont.]
“When you take a look at protagonists in American animations, they are male. There are rarely any female protagonists.
The creators and our studio demanded Nickelodeon that they change their mind since we had already decided on a female character with an androgynous appeal.
We wouldn’t take no for an answer and we finally got their approval.
It’s rare, having a a heroine, right?”
“Maybe that’s why it became so popular.”
“I’m not sure. Everyone had doubts and was worried at first. But as the series gained more popularity, we realized that having heroines could actually work.”
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(Source: derrierebender, via funky-futon-dreams)
10:35 am • 14 June 2013 • 5,331 notes
Your optimal path across a road, as the level of discomfort from being in the middle of the road increases. In a previous post, the discomfort on the road was constant, but here it smoothly increases towards the centre, resulting in a more realistic smooth S-shaped [or sigmoidal] path. The curve is the same path as would be traced by a ray of light travelling through a material of smoothly varying refractive index. [code] [more]
12:23 am • 13 June 2013 • 268 notes
Getting drunk is the last resort. It gives me a reason to laugh. I’m getting drunk with my sister and we both laugh and joke around and hide the sadness inside. We try to fill the emptiness with more liquor. Try to drown in it.
She made it seem like it would be a fun night, and it was at first, but then things quiet down and she disappears into the shadows and the sound of tears echoes throughout the house. She cries every time she drinks, which is often now. I only agreed to it so she wont drink alone. But I end up just sitting there feeling more alone and helpless than ever. I wish I could cry too, but I’m too numb for that.
Morning will come and hiding it becomes more difficult. I can see why people become alcoholics. I’m glad my dad stopped drinking, but what drove him to it in the first place? And will it take me too, along with my sister?
11:23 pm • 8 June 2013 • 2 notes
BUFFALO, NY — Adam Arroyo returned home from work to find his door busted down, and his apartment in shambles, riddled with bullet holes, and stained with blood. The government had paid him a visit while he was away.
Police were performing one of the many, many home raids that occur annually in the tyrannical Drug War.
Arroyo’s dog, Cindy, had been killed by police. But police raided the wrong home.
“She’s over here, chained up, and look at all these bullet holes man. Look at the blood right here,” Arroyo explained. “She was tied up in the kitchen like I tie her up every single day, and they shot her for no reason.”
“For police to wrongfully come into my house and murder my dog… It wasn’t that they felt threatened. No. They murdered my dog,” said Arroyo, beginning to tear up.
“That was my dog, man. That was my dog. They didn’t have to do that, you know. They didn’t have to do that.”
Arroyo now has to pay to have Cindy cremated. He also had to repair his door at his own cost and has had to miss work.
This happened yesterday. Not only is this my city, but this happened in my direct fucking neighborhood.
Cindy was a pit bull. Not only did the police raid the wrong house, but they saw a pit bull who was chained up, unable to cause any harm and decided to just shoot her. Not once. Not twice. The poor thing was riddled with bullet holes.
I am disgusted. I am in tears.
Adam Arroyo I will do all I can to try and help you.
Reblog every single police brutality post
god, this is just so sad
This has happened to me and my family multiple times. It’s such a horrible experience. Fuck the police. At least no one was murdered when it happened to me :/
10:35 pm • 6 June 2013 • 46,081 notes
“It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy ,generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre (via luniversale)
12:18 am • 6 June 2013 • 52 notes
“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.”
— Kurt Vonnegut (via awakenedvibrations)
11:58 pm • 5 June 2013 • 231 notes
Members of the Red Warriors, an antifascist gang in France, 1985. Red Warriors used violent force to remove Neo Nazi gangs from France and provide safe spaces for immigrants during the rise of white nationalism and an outbreak of violent crime against people of colour. They formed a squat called “L.U.S.I.N.E” and were considered the most effective gang to counter nazi violence, working to instill fear in their opposition.
this sounds like it’s actually an amazing idea. gangs that are actually productive. imagine that.
9:45 pm • 4 June 2013 • 17,879 notes
I found out recently that my ex got accepted into a really good school that I also wanted to go to. She’s doing great and she’s really happy and she’s with one of the guys she cheated on me with or something.
It’s not supposed to be a competition but it feels like she is winning. Why is it that so many of the people in my life have screwed me over and moved on to have better lives than before. As if I’m some necessary stepping stone. All the while I just become more fucked up.
2:46 am • 4 June 2013 • 3 notes
HOW DO YOU GET THIS FLEXIBLE
you practice. a lot. slowly, one step at a time.
11:24 am • 3 June 2013 • 451 notes
“How will your tattoos look when you’re old?!”
Pretty fucking bad ass apparently.
This is my favorite post ever
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11:00 am • 3 June 2013 • 294,741 notes