January 2012
nipintasa replied to your post: If someone doesn’t discover a remedy for tinnitus…
how would you do it?
That’s a loaded question. I don’t really want to cut my head off, but at 2 am when you’re not sleeping because the buzzing and ringing in your head has amplified in the quiet, you don’t really care which way is my guess.
If someone doesn’t discover a remedy for tinnitus I will be forced to cut my head off. Which will be awkward, for everyone.
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the noise the noise the noise!
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No one ever told you that being a photographer would abuse your back so badly.
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
– Albert Camus
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This Internet is dookie.
I always sleep on the edge of one side of my bed. So I can’t figure out if there’s a giant invisible person who occupies the other side, or if it’s just some outward expression of an inward system of self denial. Probably both.
Do you remember what is was like to sleep through the night? Neither do I.
I wonder when it started and where it came from and lately I’ve come to think of it as some alien thing that found it’s way to me. It isn’t some entity inside of me, it is me.
Some of the cities were outside of me and others were inside.
– Vanessa Veselka, Zazen
The fresh prince of bel-air is on unexpectedly. The little things you know.
I am not going to shut up about this. If we don't... →
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I’m the laziest girl I know and I did it. Ouch, it hurt a bit, but not as much as losing access to the internet will.
Good intentions are the most beautiful of secrets.
– Imam Ali (as)
Our gods were fallen faster,
and fallen larger.
The day was duller, duller...
– Catherine Wing, from “The Darker Sooner”
I am a mysteriously slow writer. I say “mysteriously” because there is no...
– Joseph Heller
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…photography communicates affectively, when it does, not because of its truth...
– Abigail Solomon-Godeau, from her article Mourning or Melancholia: Christian Boltanski’s “Missing House” (via yulibow)
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