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My father used to say, “Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.
— Archbishop Desmond Tutu (via te-hya)

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IL CIRCO MACABRO (10 foto)

Dieci foto risalenti ai primi decenni del novecento, un circo senza animali ma con uomini fuori dal comune. A qualcuno potrebbe ricordare il celebre film “FREAKS” di Tod Browning.

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adreamerofimpossibledreams:

WAKE UP WORLD #YesAllWomen

That steak analogy is my favorite,

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dapperfucker:

best of “she wears short skirts”

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Elaine Stritch rests her bike, reads a note, almost causes a riot.      
NEW YORK, June 26—TOLD TO KEEP HER SHIRT ON – Blonde Elaine Stritch, understudy to Ethel Merman in the Broadway hit, “Call Me Madam,” wears halter and shorts which cause her arrest in Central Park. Today she was fined $1 and told by Magistrate Emilio Jones, “A beautiful girl like you could cause a small riot and cause a large crowd to collect by removing your shirt.” “Well,” she replied, “I was there all day and nothing happened.” (AP, 1951)

ridesabike:

Elaine Stritch rests her bike, reads a note, almost causes a riot.      

NEW YORK, June 26—TOLD TO KEEP HER SHIRT ON – Blonde Elaine Stritch, understudy to Ethel Merman in the Broadway hit, “Call Me Madam,” wears halter and shorts which cause her arrest in Central Park. Today she was fined $1 and told by Magistrate Emilio Jones, “A beautiful girl like you could cause a small riot and cause a large crowd to collect by removing your shirt.” “Well,” she replied, “I was there all day and nothing happened.” (AP, 1951)

Text 22 Jul The Effect of an Artists Insistence

Nothing can describe the power in your words. The effect each letter has is astonishing as they tumble in my brain and i truly believe a compliment has never felt so sweet on my lips as they form a smile through praise. I have never craved opinions like I have dwelled within yours.

More often than not, late at night when insecurities rumble under every pore, i find myself grasping to the worst of your words, words that i let slow me down, words that defined me so much more greatly than my own. But finally! Finally, some reparation has been attempted through late night conversations before bed that i had long accepted to be lost in the honeymoon phase.

But you, you go out of your way to express without pressure or suggestion, the words i have never heard from you, but so often gave to you. And while your words resonate and mimic others I’ve heard before, while they could be the least genuine words you’ve uttered to me in our time together, I can not remember the last time my heart had felt this full, appreciated, acknowledged. This one moment, while it does not begin to override the moments of real reflection upon my work through daggered eyes and spitten words, is all i need to remember a purpose, a passion, my place within society as a worker of art and i begin my defining path, when others can see my pages without purpose. 

You have awoken a beast with pleasantries and fanciful words. Even if you lied, you inspired me. 

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