newyorker:

What distinguishes a selfie from an artist’s self-portrait? Look through a selection of photographs: http://nyr.kr/1hzvpEZ
Above: Jun Ahn, “Self-Portrait” (2008)/Courtesy Christophe Guye Galerie, Zürich

newyorker:

What distinguishes a selfie from an artist’s self-portrait? Look through a selection of photographs: http://nyr.kr/1hzvpEZ

Above: Jun Ahn, “Self-Portrait” (2008)/Courtesy Christophe Guye Galerie, Zürich

(Source: newyorker.com)

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I get very nervous being around only white people. Its really only a matter of time before someone says something wildly racist.  Double points if they start with, “Im not racist, but-“.

Yes. Yes you are.

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Today is brought  to you by not murdering everyone in sight because someone used the last of the coffee without fucking replacing it.

I can feel the rage moving under my skin.

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Anonymous asked: Your blog is pretty cool! I see you were trying to quit smoking and if you have, good job! If not, then I hope you lowered your number of smoke breaks! <3

Thank you! I actually did quit smoking. My last one was on Thanksgiving 2013. I sometimes really miss those cancer sticks, but that’s the part of my brain that wants to kill me. I try to not listen to that part very often. 80% I really like being alive and that’s really good for a misanthrope.

theremina:

EDIT (12/17/13, 3:45pm): Within hours of this post going viral, I received a call from Helen Moore, the CSD for . It was a good call. They’re paying attention. They want to fix this. I don’t know what will happen with the driver who laughed and shook my harasser’s hand, but…

Not okay not okay not okay not okay not okay.

FUCKING STOP DOING THIS SHIT TO OTHER HUMAN BEINGS.

I love you, Mer.

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I have a few more agonizing minutes at work and I have to poop so bad. It is making it impossible to do any actual work. I am going back and forth, trying to decide if I will make it home in time or if it is worth just dropping a deuce here.

Okay, fuck it, I am going to take an illegal office duke.

I feel so much better. Don’t deny yourself when you have to make a poop.

The more you know.

**shooting star**

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I am cleaning/organizing my belongings. It is quite liberating throwing out and giving away items that I no longer use/need. I also get a serious anxiety anytime I watch the show Hoarders. This has bled over to my day to day life and I can now add “becoming a hoarder” to my ever expanding list of irrational fears.

One of the fun things about thoroughly going through my possessions is that I have found really cute things from when I was but a sprite of a girl. I found clothespin dolls I made, a drawing from my sister, and a vhs tape that has Cool Runnings AND Sister Act.

I also found my Barbizon “modeling” pictures from when I was 14 or 15.

Ye gods, they are horrifyingly embarrassing and just oozing of 90s fashion mistakes. 

I don’t know if I am brave enough to share these with the internet.

I am also afraid not to share them because they are so bad-good that it’s selfish to keep them to myself.

I AM SO TORN.

I AM WEARING BROWN LIPSTICK AND LIP LINER IN THESE. FUCKINGCHRISTTHATISNOTOKAY.

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I MISS SMOKING. I MISS SMOKING. I MISS SMOKING. I MISS SMOKING.

I’m running out of habits that slowly kill me.

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Apparently I was under the impression that I would have a smug sense of superiority for quitting smoking. In reality, all I have is a case of the sadz.

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