i am enough.

room42:

The true originator of the rebellious twentieth-century antihero was Montgomery Clift...not Marlon Brando or James Dean…the restrained performer with the inner tension and those ancient, melancholy eyes…his presence so unobtrusively strong that it lingered even when he was off-camera. ~Marcello Mastroianni

(GIF courtesy…)

This morning started out nice enough, rising sun, new beginnings and such, but then I decided to be that asshole who spends nearly $5 on a fancy coffee drink I don’t need and had to walk past the guys selling street sheets with my head down and now, a little bit, I hate myself. #fuck (Taken with Instagram at impulse consumerism vs my consciene)

selchieproductions:

Police involvement in ‘human safaris’ exposed in the Andaman Islands
© Survival International

British newspaper The Observer has revealed evidence of police involvement in ‘human safaris’ in India’s Andaman Islands.

The scandal, first exposed by Survival in 2010, involves tourists using an illegal road to enter the reserve of the Jarawa tribe. Tour companies and cab drivers ‘attract’ the Jarawa with biscuits and sweets.

The Observer has obtained a video showing a group of Jarawawomen being ordered to dance for tourists by a policeman, who had reportedly accepted a £200 bribe to take them into the reserve.

One tourist has previously described a similar trip: ‘The journey through tribal reserve was like a safari ride as we were going amidst dense tropical rainforest and looking for wild animals, Jarawa tribals to be specific’.

In recent weeks the Islands’ administration has again ruled out closing the road, known as the Andaman Trunk Road revealed for the first time that it plans to open an alternative route by sea to bypass most of the Jarawa reserve.

Survival has called for tourists to boycott the road, which the Supreme Court ordered closed in 2002. Working with a local organization, SEARCH, Survival has distributed leaflets to tourists arriving at the Islands’ airport warning of the dangers of using the road.

 Survival’s Director Stephen Corry said today, ‘This story reeks of colonialism and the disgusting and degrading ‘human zoos’ of the past. Quite clearly, some people’s attitudes towards tribal peoples haven’t moved on a jot. The Jarawa are not circus ponies bound to dance at anyone’s bidding.’ 

(via caraobrien)

jesuisperdu:

Mark Rothko

don’t get me wrong. 

i just had an absolutely amazing holiday in the middle of the week. 

it was all kinds of splendid. 

truly. 

but today. 

no. 

not today. 

today reality bites. 

(via hennnypotter)

ifthisisajoke:nathanielstuart:messycomposition:(via pussymoneyw33d, javzs)

DEAR GOD WHY WOULD YOU SHOW ME THAT

sometimes you’re the shark.

sometimes you’re the dude.

today, i’m somewhere in between. 

i’m so full of unexplained anger that i feel like i could easily gnash every single person to bits without a twinge of guilt…just because i’ve got the teeth for it…just because i can.

and yet…

i feel like my legs were just torn off; severed by rows upon rows of razor sharp spikes and that there’s not a goddamned thing i can do about it because i can’t really swim that well anyways, and i sure as hell can’t breath underwater. 

I’ve had this saved in my drafts for eons. Saving it. For today. 

fuck today. 

today fucking blows. 

my phone died. completely and utterly. for no reason. 

it’s hot as balls outside.

i’m horrendously grumpy. 

there is cat hair everywhere. 

i just want to fucking scream. 

(via andthenoutofnowhere)

ohmywhosthat:

Fuck

There are people who will tell you
that using the word fuck in a poem
indicates a serious lapse
of taste, or imagination,

or both. It’s vulgar,
indecorous, an obscenity
that crashes down like an anvil
falling through a skylight

to land on a restaurant table,
on the white linen, the cut-glass vase of lilacs.
But if you were sitting
over coffee when the metal

hit your saucer like a missile,
wouldn’t that be the first thing
you’d say? Wouldn’t you leap back
shouting, or at least thinking it,

over and over, bell-note riotously clanging
in the church of your brain
while the solicitous waiter
led you away, wouldn’t you prop

your shaking elbows on the bar
and order your first drink in months,
telling yourself you were lucky
to be alive? And if you wouldn’t

say anything but Mercy or Oh my
or Land sakes, well then
I don’t want to know you anyway
and I don’t give a fuck what you think

of my poem. The world is divided
into those whose opinions matter
and those who will never have
a clue, and if you knew

which one you were I could talk
to you, and tell you that sometimes
there’s only one word that means
what you need it to mean, the way

there’s only one person
when you first fall in love,
or one infant’s cry that calls forth
the burning milk, one name

that you pray to when prayer
is what’s left to you. I’m saying
in the beginning was the word
and it was good, it meant one human

entering another and it’s still
what I love, the word made
flesh. Fuck me, I say to the one
whose lovely body I want close,

and as we fuck I know it’s holy,
a psalm, a hymn, a hammer
ringing down on an anvil,
forging a whole new world.

(Source: sabbataj)

RAWR!!

who the fuck pulls in front of a bike in order to park?!? and by “in front of” I really mean “tries to run over” 

who? oh the same dumb-ass em-effer that drives a fucking SUV in fucking isreal. that’s fucking who. 

and my pathetic response?

shouting “dude!” because I’m from fucking California and that’s what comes out of my mouth when I think people are idiots. 

Then I ride around to the driver’s side and flip off his fucking dumb-ass-smirking-fucking face and shout “fuck you!” in english. because at the time I couldn’t remember my few hebrew/arabic swear words. 

RAWR!!

(via mallorylucille)

hennnypotter:

this is fucking great!
fucking watch it!
and fucking share it <3

i love this. too bad it’s too fucking late because a lot of fucking idiots voted in prop h8. however, it’s not too late to change the future.

if you don’t like gay marriage, you don’t have to marry someone of the same gender. end. of. story.  

fuck hate. any kind. racism. sexism. ageism. homophobia. people who don’t care about animals. people who don’t care about the environment. people who don’t care about people. people who hate people with different beliefs. people who hate. i don’t hate them (duh, that would be uber hypocritical now wouldn’t it) but i don’t have fucking time for them in my fucking life. fuck them.

(Source: malloreigh, via hennnypotter)

fuck

so apparently i need to move. that sucks.

i love my apartment.

it’s my little desert oasis.

balls.