Vanity is My Only Child

The day to day ramblings and clumsy attempts at boredom murder by S.M. Lochhead.


Ferdinando Scianna


1. Sicily. Province of Catania. Caltagirone. Dutch model MARPESSA. 1987.

2. Sicily. Porticello. 2001.

3. Sicily. Province of Messina. Capizzi. 1982.

4. Friuli. Casarsa. 1995.

5.  Rome. Gypsies (twins). 1999.

6. Sicily. Province of Messina. San Fratello. “La diavolata” (the Devils of Easter).

7.  Region of Friuli. Gorizia. Patient in the garden of the psychiatric hospital. 1968.

8.  Sicily. Bagheria. Audience at the ballad singer show. 1962.

For the eels! Are those eels?


i don’t trust people who are super into “proper grammar” and “correct punctuation” because what lies just beyond that smug superiority is some sinister classism that gets acutely racist in a red hot minute, so for similar reasons I’m instantly wary of anyone who takes great pride in their love of “logic” and “intellect” 

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Jesus was a radical, non-violent revolutionary who hung around with lepers, hookers and crooks; wasn’t American and never spoke English; was anti-wealth, anti-death penalty, anti-public prayer (M 6:5), but was never anti-gay; never mentioned abortion or birth control; never called the poor ‘lazy’; never justified torture; never fought for tax cuts for the wealthiest Nazarenes; never asked a leper for a co-pay; and was a long-haired, brown-skinned, homeless community-organizing, anti-slut-shaming, Middle Eastern Jew.

JOHN FUGELSANG (via inothernews)


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Perhaps you can write better if you leave the mistakes.


"We need the excuse of a fiction to stage what we truly are." #Zizek RT @slavojsisej Photo of Charlie #Chaplin, 1916


"We need the excuse of a fiction to stage what we truly are." #Zizek RT @slavojsisej Photo of Charlie #Chaplin, 1916


Chiara Goia

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Help a Writer Out


To teach is to learn… - Confused

I am hyper-aware of two things:

  1. My relative Internet isolation
  2. My relative real world isolation. My life partner is currently at work… and I haven’t gone to get my daily beverage at the local coffee shop yet. I have friends, okay. Physical, living friends….

One of my first tumblr posts. That reminds me… I need to find that copy of Strunk and White. 

Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.

That Could Have Been Me (k.p.k). (via nyu-tah)

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If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth.

—Carl Sagan (via gracebearpig)

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Volcanic Iceland | Gunnar Gestur


Volcanic Iceland | Gunnar Gestur

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