My name is S. Jae-Jones. I am an editorial assistant, a writer, an artist, and an avid skydiver.
so I really like this song okay but the video is just like “look! pretty nature scenes! Billie Piper being amazing and gorgeous! oh, and this song is going to be stuck in your head for a week now HAHAHA”
There are so many things I love about this.
(via askheryourself)
Awesomeness Runs In The Family of the Day: Video artist Dicken Schrader rubs his sensational child-rearing skills in all our faces by enlisting the help of his kickass kids Milah and Korben in covering Depeche Mode’s “Everything Counts.”
[dpaf.]
You’d think the very thought of a romance writer would bring a smile to people’s lips. Ah, how nice. Love. Making love. Laughter. Kissing. But no, the world is upside down as far as I can see, and romances and their writers are ridiculed, hisses and generally spat upon. For what reason? One of my favorites is that women who read them might get mixed up about reality and imagine a man is going to rescue them from Life. According to this theory, women are so stupid that they can’t tell a story from reality. Is anyone worried that the MEN who read spy thrillers are going to go after their neighbors with an automatic weapon? No, I don’t remember anyone thinking that. Nor do I remember anyone worrying about murder mysteries or science fiction. It just seems to be dumb ol’ women who might think some gorgeous, thoughtful, giving hunk is going to rescue them. Honey, if any woman thought a gorgeous hunk was going to rescue her, romance novels wouldn’t be forty percent of the publishing industry.
Remembrance (Jude Deveraux)
Totally awesome. Totally true! And how sad is it that men’s self-insertion fantasy gets lauded as “great” (*cough The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo cough*) while women’s fantasies are dismissed as “trivial” or “vapid”?
P.S. It always makes me a little sad that I don’t like romance novels. I’ve tried, y’all, several times. Jude Deveraux was even my first!
(Source: quotationsoflove, via lyrabelacqua)
(Source: theequeenoffrance, via effyeahnerdfighters)
“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature
Coat
Bill Blass for Maurice Retner, 1967
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT
