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"If more men said “don’t be that guy” to each other instead of “not all men” to women… what a wonderful world this could be."


The Lover Crowned - Jean-Honoré Fragonard // Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado & Timbaland


I made some poem zines on the weekend!


if you’re not about the flourishing and uplifting of black boys and black men I’m not about you tbh

(via amazelife)


my ultimate goal is to be at peace with myself, eliminate toxic feelings and elements and energies from my life, unlearn negative and harmful practices and thought patterns, stop checking for people that don’t check for me, create a space for myself that is nurturing for growth so that i may generate loving energy for myself and for others, nourish my spirit and balance my energies, i have big dreams and i deserve to live a life i love and let that love radiate

(via inthepursuitofgrowth)


lehroi: Hisashi Okawa


there are people who can have sex with no strings attached

but if you know you’re not that person

then don’t act like you are

(via amazelife)

for some reason the myers-briggs personality types have been floating in my head a lot, and i just keep thinking about the world being made up of 16 types of people, and i’m just confused/amazed/cynical of all those different types coming together to create the world as we know it. i’ve always loved to think of systems and projects working because of people with different strengths contributing their part. i like that a lot. but i’m also wondering how the hell we’re supposed to abide by social norms, when we’re all driven by so many different things. success looks different to all of us. our moral compasses aren’t the same either, and yet we’ve created all these institutions to keep people and groups in place (and we mostly follow this). even though those things may not (do not) make sense to a lot of us, they’re still a thing? and i don’t know if it’s a survival thing, or if it’s easier this way, or if we are that disempowered, but i am forever mind-fucked by all the social norms we abide to, even when they do not resonate with us at all.

and then i remember that some people do not need things to make sense to them because they don’t need meaning from everything, and then it’s mind fuck all over again

what is this earth plane thing


Dear lovelies, we are happy to inform you that at last have a theme for out photographic exquisite corpse that will end up being the main content of the December issue of our zine. You all have until July 31 to say if you want to participate so I can map out the route of the disposable camera, buy the camera and send it to the first person. The theme will be "Rituals", in the wide sense of the world. The rituals can be strictly personal, social, cultural, religious, etc, etc. In any case it has to have something to do with each one of you. When the camera is back in Alicante and I have developed the photos, I will ask you to send me a text to go with each photo; it can be a description or may not make direct reference to what we’re seeing. 
This is how it’ll work:
After everyone who wants to participate has written to me, I will map out the journey of our little disposable camera. 
I will then post that map so everyone knows towards what point they will be having the camera. I will be in constant contact with all of you so you know where you have to send it next. It will always be somewhere close.
You will have just five days with the camera before sending it to someone else.
There are no rules about what will be photographed nor how will it be photographed as long as it of course sticks to the theme. 
By November 30, the camera must be back in Alicante. 
If you have any questions or doubts, write to me freely. And remember you have until July 31 to tell me if you’re going to participate. I am hoping there will be many of you. There’s a limit of 38. 
P.S. Remember you have until July 31 as well to tell me if you want to participate in our September issue: What does it feel/mean to create in the world today?
Sincerely,Julia Scrive-Loyer