RIP, Mr. Greenland.

bingo.

(changetheratio)

oldhollywood:

The Red Balloon (1956, dir. Albert Lamorisse) Full film online here.

this one’s for my mama. (via: theimpossiblecool)

"Feeling sorry, as I trust you will sadly learn, is something of a habit of mine. I am always apologizing, afraid that I have offended someone. This is because I am a person who wishes to be liked all the time. Even by hateful people. Even by historical figures I will never meet. Even by strangers and children and, naturally, by you."

Funny, sad, sweet. And true. John Hodgman on being an only child.

Your Blinded Hand

Suppose that

everything that greens and grows

should blacken in one moment, flower and branch.

I think that I would find your blinded hand.

Suppose that your hand and mine were lost among numberless cries

in a city of fire when the earth is afire,

I must still believe that I would find your blinded hand.

Through flames everywhere

consuming earth and air

I must believe that somehow, if only one moment were offered,

I would

find your hand.

I know as, of course, you know

the immeasurable wilderness that would exist

in the moment of fire.

But I would hear your cry and you’d hear mine and each of us

would find

the other’s hand.

We know

that it might not be so.

But for this quiet moment, if only for this

moment

and against all reason

let us believe, and believe in our hearts,

that somehow it would be so.

I’d hear your cry, you mine –

And each of us would find a blinded hand.

-Tennessee Williams

"My advice for young female writers would be to shoot high and not cower."

Jennifer Egan, in the Wall Street Journal, just minutes after winning the Pulitzer. (via anaees) (via angelawublog)

(Source: emmainpictures)

For some reason, everybody seems reluctant to talk about this….

via

It’s March, so, yeah, this again.

Afloat, adrift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It’s the promise of life
It’s the joy in your heart

"The only thing that I’ve heard is if you take a plastic bottle and put it in the microwave and you heat it up, it gives off a chemical similar to estrogen. So the worst case is some women may have little beards."

Maine Governor Paul LePage, trying to explain the effects of the chemical BPA. (via motherjones)

Dear, sweet, lovely, Maine. You’re so screwed.

washingtonpoststyle:

“After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again.”

"

We want the tippy-top of what we can get—why shouldn’t we? And we want to push those boundaries.

That, to a large extent, is why we live here. It’s not because we wanted to settle down with the patient and reliable plod-along schmo, and have babies and live in a three-bedroom house with a two-car garage where we peaceably grill in the summer and make casseroles in winter until we die. It’s not because we wanted our lives charted out before we lived them.

"

The Plight of the Single Lady (via villagevoice)

washingtonpoststyle:

Good morning.

Get Hep.

Via Svetlana

"

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

"

just. lovely.