To deliver oneself up, hand oneself over, entrust oneself completely to the silence of a wide landscape of woods and hill, or sea, or desert: to sit still while the sun comes up over the land and fills its silences with light. To pray and work in the morning and to labor in meditation in the evening when night falls upon that land and when the silence fills itself with darkness and with stars. This is a true and special vocation. There are few who are willing to belong completely to such silence, to let it soak into their bones, to breathe nothing but silence, to feed on silence, and to turn the very substance of their life into a living and vigilant silence.
- Thomas Merton (via artpropelled)
mpdrolet:

Björn Árnason

littleslutboy:

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” - Frida Kahlo

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Teaching is like painting a huge Victorian mansion. And you don’t actually have enough paint. And when you get to some sections of the house it turns out the wood is a little rotten or not ready for the paint. And about every hour some supervisor comes around and asks you to get down off the ladder and explain why you aren’t making faster progress. And some days the weather is terrible. So it takes all your art and skill and experience to do a job where the house still ends up looking good.
- The Hard Part | Peter Greene (via apsies)

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thesweetestspit:

Tunnel by Holly Lynton
shibuffalo:

You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.-Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 1st photo: Methane-induced melt-hole, photographed by Katey Walter Anthony (2011) sourceListening to: Mouchette - oOoOO
firetoashtodust:

Misho Antadze
excdus:

Heitor Magno

knerdy:

Top 100 Badass Writers in History

#85: Iris Chang


The daughter of two Chinese university professors, Chang grew up in Illinois. She earned her Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from the University Laboratory High School of Urbana, Illinois in 1989, which provided her with the opportunity to temporarily work as a New York Times stringer.The experience that she gained writing for the paper pushed her to work towards her MA at John Hopkins University and earn positions at both the Associated Press and the Chicago Tribune.

From a young age, Chang was interested in recording the experiences of Asian and Chinese immigrants in the US. Her first book followed the life of Tsien Hsue-shen, a Chinese professor, during the Red Scare. ”Thread of the Silkworm” described his experiences as one of the founders of NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) and work with the US military in debriefing Nazi scientists, as well as his sudden accusation of being a spy and house arrest from 1950 to 1955. Chang used Tsien Hsue-shen’s experiences to examine the inherent racism in US politics and the evolving status of Asian Americans.

Her most significant book was entitled “The Rape of Nanking:The Forgotten Holocaust of World War II,” published in 1997. Her writing details the many atrocities that were committed against the Chinese by the Imperial Japanese Army during the Second Sino-Japanese War. Partially motivated by her grandparents’ stories about their escape from the massacre, Chang gathered an unprecedented amount of information by interviewing elderly survivors and searching thousands of rare documents in four different languages. This was the first English non-fiction account of the Rape of Nanking.

In August 2004, Chang suffered from a nervous breakdown. She was briefly hospitalized and released with a diagnosis of reactive psychosis and depression. On November 9th she was found dead in her car, having shot herself through the mouth. Her suicide note stated:

When you believe you have a future, you think in terms of generations and years. When you do not, you live not just by the day — but by the minute. It is far better that you remember me as I was — in my heyday as a best-selling author — than the wild-eyed wreck who returned from Louisville… Each breath is becoming difficult for me to take — the anxiety can be compared to drowning in an open sea. I know that my actions will transfer some of this pain to others, indeed those who love me the most. Please forgive me. Forgive me because I cannot forgive myself.

Chang left behind her husband Douglas and their son Christopher. The news of her loss devastated many survivors of Nanjing, leading one community to dedicate a wing of the victims memorial hall in Nanjing to her in 2005. Her memory now lives on in the collection of documents, photos, and human remains from the massacre.

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One of the most sinister things about normalized racism is you don’t have to have bad intentions to be racist, you just have to remain ignorant.
- Why Some of Your Favorite People Are Racist | AmericaWakieWakie (via america-wakiewakie)

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angryasiangirlsunited:

it never ceases to amaze me how there’s always someone who will get angry or upset or confused when an asian person expresses their discomfort when others say things along the lines of, “i love asian girls/boys” or “all i want is an asian girlfriend/boyfriend”. like, they get MAD at the asian person who gets creeped out, as if they’re not allowed to say anything, as if they should be happy they’re getting that kind of attention. it’s just disgusting how people see fetishization as a compliment.  

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