Fresh mozzarella, melon, prosciutto and bread are all I really need in this world.

Fresh mozzarella, melon, prosciutto and bread are all I really need in this world.

heteroglossia:

Foucault’s copy of Anti-Oedipus offered by Deleuze with drawings by his two children. Deleuze points to the drawings and notes in yellow, “Oedipus does not exist.”

heteroglossia:

Foucault’s copy of Anti-Oedipus offered by Deleuze with drawings by his two children. Deleuze points to the drawings and notes in yellow, “Oedipus does not exist.

(Source: universalestate, via theclassicals)

"When I began Faces I was bugged about marriage. I’ve always been against the institution of marriage. Not my marriage. Gena and I have always disagreed out in the open, we never hold back. But I was bugged about the millions of middle-class marriages in the United States that just sort of glide along. Couples married ten, fifteen years, husbands and wives who seem to have everything - big house, two cars, maid, teenage kids - but all these creature comforts have made them passive. Underneath, there’s this feeling of desperateness because they can’t connect. I would see married couples who had nothing to do with one another in their lives. If their tastes coincided they felt that they were quite remarkable in their marriage. And people would say, ‘Oh they’re so wonderful together’. But they come home, they just look at each other and say, ‘How are you?’ How was the day? What happened?’ and they have no love. The picture was a plea for returning to some kind of real communication. Most couples aren’t even aware that they can’t communicate. The whole point of Faces is to show how few people really talk to each other. These days, everybody is supposed to be so intelligent: ‘Isn’t it terrible about Nixon getting elected?’ Did you hear about the earthquake in Peru?’ And you’re supposed to have all the answers. But when it gets down to the nitty-gritty, like, ‘What is bugging you, mister? Why can’t you make it with your wife? Why do you lie awake all night staring at the ceiling? Why, why, why do you refuse to to recognize your problems and deal with them?’ The answer is the people have forgotten how to relate or respond. In this day of mass communications and instant communications, there is no communication between people. Instead it’s long-winded stories or hostile bits, or laughter. But nobody’s really laughing. It’s more a hysterical, joyless kind of sound. Translation: ‘I am here and I don’t know why.’"

— John Cassavetes (via nattym29)

(via johncassavetes)

a discussion on sexual orientation

  • me: *explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
  • classmate: wait, what's polyamory?
  • me: well, it's when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
  • professor: *overhears from front of class*
  • professor: that is d i s g u s t i n g
  • me: *defensively* um, actually, no it's--
  • professor: how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
  • me: ....
  • me: ....
  • me: ....
  • professor: it should be polyerosy
  • I'm gonna be a dick for a second. Everyone thinks they're soooooo funny with this joke. But the whole thing relies on that moment of terror where you have to decide whether it's worth it or not to defend your relationship style to someone who just called you "disgusting." And the punchline is "ha ha I'm not really a bigot, I just wanted you to think I was for a second but I just love words. Like, cool, you love words. Me too. But a. language doesn't quite work the way you want it to and B. THAT WAS A REAL FUCKED UP THING TO DO. This has happened to me several times and I hate it.
"You’re getting older, and you’ll see that life isn’t like your fairytales. The world is a cruel place. And you’ll learn that, even if it hurts."

— Pan’s Labyrinth. (via jdvlla)

(Source: elsske, via punkrockbetty)

Tags: me

theclassicals:

Spanish food, yo!

I’m leaving for Europe for 17 days and I wish I could bring him in my suitcase with me :(

theclassicals:

Spanish food, yo!

I’m leaving for Europe for 17 days and I wish I could bring him in my suitcase with me :(

Listen to me. We had a lot of fun testing and antagonizing each other, and, yes, sometimes it went too far. But we’re off the clock now. It’s just us talking. Like regular people. And this is no joke - we are in deep trouble.

(Source: billnyewillalwaysloveyou, via theclassicals)

"My method is uncertain, it’s a mess but it’s working."

— Fiona Apple (via theclassicals)

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ffractal:

sxrreal:

When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.

thank you

and before anyone says anything about selfies- those are controlled photos. 

(via youngloudnsnotty)

moogubar:

Joe Strummer of The Clash (x)

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eyetunz:

Buzzcocks

"Why Can’t I Touch It?" [1979]

(via make-the-music-go-bang)