refulgence

lenfent: aredhel: withtales: Ray: What, did you like give...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 21:13:43 +0100

aredhel: withtales:

Ray: What, did you like give him some Rolling Stone drugs or something?
Reporter: No.
Ray: What the fuck did you do to him?
Reporter: Just asked him what he would be if he wasn’t a Marine.
Ray: Oh my god, he wants to be a ballerina? That’s my fuckin’ dream.

Generation Kill 1.05 ¬ A Burning Dog

product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 21:01:06 +0100

Photography has lost, or more precisely, changed its value. It’s cheap, it doesn’t retell stories, you can’t count 1000 words. Beauty is stock. Just search by keyword. One photo of a war-torn country is the same as the other. Children are dying in Africa and people still can’t name the country. Iraq and Afghanistan are pretty much the same, right? Deserts and soldiers. Streets are streets are streets. Portraits are just covers for magazines and newspapers. Still life can be captured by an iPhone. Tumblr photo posts trump Helmut Newton. Who needs exhibitions when there’s flickr? Webcam whores. Uncountable self-portraits of girls and women, perpetually out of focus for that oh-so-dreamy look.

In a blog post Amanda Palmer says “i believe in the future of cheap art”

It has to be. That’s the next step in artistic evolution. When everything is available how do you put a price on it? You sell yourself. Because people need it, need their souls captured, need to see something stop and not move.

nightmarebrunette: fetishdesign: frenchmilk: (via...

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 23:44:22 +0200

nightmarebrunette:

fetishdesign: frenchmilk: (via thingsthatexciteme)

commodity fetishism

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 17:15:46 +0200

Gold is the easiest to break. It’s bendy and breakable and golden cages are the easiest to break out of. I can’t abide the bullshit people are trying to sell when they say they’re stuck in a situation. Stuck with family. It’s the easiest situation to get out of, but then you’re on your own. You have to get a job and pay rent and be a fucking adult. No one to wash your clothes and give you free meals and buy you DVDs. Half the time you’ll be forced to do things you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. Work jobs that drain your soul. You don’t always get to sleep comfortably. And while I’ll be the last to encourage people to grow up, because I’ll be a kid at heart forever, I honestly don’t know how people stand it, being talked down to like a child. I didn’t take it as a child and I’m sure as fuck not taking it now.

Maybe I am privileged to see things this way, I have constant support from my family. At least half of it. And I’m lucky enough to be loved by someone that honestly shares my belief that we can achieve anything. But I’ve always been prepared to give up the support of my family if it means going after something I want. (And chances are once I get there they’ll follow, because families are funny and annoying like that.) The truth is it’s much easier to not know what you want, or convince yourself there’s no way to get it. Half the people I know believe that shit, and most of them would have family support to go after something. But it’s a terrifying thought, giving up all those little comforts we’re used to.

faith

Sun, 30 Aug 2009 20:42:38 +0200

It always becomes a thing I can’t imagine not doing. Even if I’m sure I’d suck at it, when he thinks I could I just do.

Sexism and Indie Hip Hop

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 16:23:16 +0200

Sexism and Indie Hip Hop

Photo

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 08:53:34 +0200

yoga

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 14:24:01 +0200

I know I need to get myself into a yoga class, instruction videos and illustrated poses aren’t real. Without someone to correct my pose, touch my muscles, add variety and talk me through my pace, I might as well be doing cardio.

I want to take a class in nature, I want us to start somewhere between 6 and 7 in the morning. I’d go even earlier. All the classes I’ve found locally are held in gyms, with crappy working hours.

/refugee

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 20:47:00 +0200

I was just writing to a friend (who isn’t really a friend, but might become) about always keeping your eyes open, that even working diligently towards a goal can be stagnating. Moments after hitting send it occurred to me that keeping your eyes open all the time can be just as damaging. And for the first time in my life I’m looking in a specific direction, while balancing my nature of always making sure I have a way out. I don’t need a way out when I’m happy. I just grow.

thedame: boobies! (via hollywoodoverdose)

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 14:37:20 +0200

thedame:

boobies!
(via hollywoodoverdose)

At work.

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 14:58:00 +0200

At work.

Shipping Nikon/Canon since February.

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:52:00 +0200

Shipping Nikon/Canon since February.

Yo.

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:49:00 +0200

Yo.

Caught in the rain, nowhere else I’d rather be.

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:32:00 +0200

Caught in the rain, nowhere else I’d rather be.

monkeyknifefight: “Colbert and Person get along like an old...

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 11:15:09 +0200

monkeyknifefight:

“Colbert and Person get along like an old married couple. Being a rank lower than Colbert, Person can never directly express anger to him, but on occasions when Colbert is too harsh and Person’s feelings are hurt, the driving of the Humvee suddenly becomes erratic. There are sudden turns, and the brakes are hit for no reason. It will happen even in combat situations, with Colbert suddenly in the role of wooing his driver back with retractions and apologies.”

- Evan Wright, Generation Kill

bendmeover: captio: Lately I’ve been feeling less like porn...

Tue, 19 May 2009 07:53:58 +0200

bendmeover:

captio: Lately I’ve been feeling less like porn and more like this.

nightmarebrunette: imperiousrex: blackholekids: PULP BOOK (via...

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 09:40:58 +0200

nightmarebrunette:

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lenfent: I told refulgence I would upload spanish music for...

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 23:23:30 +0100

lenfent:

I told refulgence I would upload spanish music for her. I really tried to make something nice, but I can’t take spanish music seriously, at least not the one I like. Still, it was made with love and I hope it doesn’t make you want to throw microwave food at me ♥

Music I enjoyed as a kid

Duncan Dhu - Una calle de Paris
El ultimo de la fila - Como un burro amarrado
El ultimo de la fila - Lapiz y tinta
Gipsy Kings - Un amor (I like it because of Carlos Saura’s movie “Taxi”)
Heroes del Silencio - Entre dos tierras
Nacha Pop - La chica de ayer
Mecano - Me cuesta tanto olvidarte
Nacha Pop - Lucha de gigantes
Los Rodriguez - Sin Documentos
Gabinete Caligari - La culpa fue del cha cha cha

Music that makes me wish I were drunk

La habitación roja - Posidonia
Lorena C - Te Recuerdo
Marea - Trasegando
Estopa - El del medio de Los Chichos
Objetivo Birmania - Nacida para comprar
Paralisis Permanente - Autosuficiencia
Fangoria & Le Mans - Me quedaré soltera
Lori Meyers - Luces de Neón
El columpio asesino - Yo soy tu nombre
Marco Antonio Solis - Si no te hubieras ido (That one only makes sense if you’ve seen “Y Tu Mamá También” haha)

.zip

asakdjhs;ljas ♥ I was ridiculously busy in the last week and this came at me sort of like a massage/ultimate pampering experience.

lenfent: And then she’d laugh the night time into the day

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:03:54 +0100

lenfent:

And then she’d laugh the night time into the day

A beholder in love

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 01:14:00 +0100

He called and asked me if I was still beautiful. He loves me because I’m beautiful/I’m beautiful because he loves me. I love how beautiful he is, but he wouldn’t be beautiful if I didn’t love him. Does that only make sense to me?