It was the culmination of a roller-coaster of violence that included three fatal stabbings; a hit-and-run homicide; four other stabbings; four auto thefts, including two carjackings; death threats against several others who got in the way; a dangerous manhunt by hundreds of police officers; and for millions of New Yorkers a round-the-clock ordeal of a killer on the loose in the city. (via New York Times) ›

We’re like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it. And it’s much worse in real life, because it’s not just snogging and bunk beds, is it? There’s all this as well.

Opinions are everywhere, but discourse is shrinking...It can seem now like we have an aesthetic hook-up culture, one that prefers a breezy one-nighter with cultural objects to a lifetime of devotion. (Via L Magazine) ›

This album belongs in every record collection.

They Were To Predict The Future - 34 Years Ago

I was kidding myself that there was something I could go on to an easy, seamless transition to be made. I can see that now. I can see everything once it’s already happened - I’m very good at the past. It’s the present I can’t understand.

Surveys suggest that less than 15 percent of Wikipedia's hundreds of thousands of contributors are women. (via NYT) ›

picturesofmymother:

This photo was taken in the late 70’s when my mother was studying law at Trinity University (she was dressed up for the famous Trinity ball). Times in Ireland were quite tough back then, but my mother did not let a lack of cash prevent her from dressing stylishly- she made all her own clothes copied from top designers in Vogue magazine, including the ball-dress she’s wearing here. The truth was she’d wanted to study art and be a designer, but her parents (who had struggled to pay for her education) pushed her towards a more “prosperous” career choice. I think she was artistically frustrated, and still today regrets this decision. I am the one studying art now, thanks to my mother’s undying support and faith in me.

—submitted by sweetvisage

The Park Slope food co-op is worse than Egypt.

maybe i should make a belt out of her hair and carry her teeth in a pouch with chicken bones and quartz, beach glass and bat shit. wander voodoo swamp back alleys where everyone always sweats and smells like rubbing alcohol. invade the dreams of unsuspecting travelers

Sonic, Soul Crushing Jam.

(via 1000lostchildren)

“Charlie Sheen may have set a new record for debauchery with an epic party that reportedly started with porn stars and a briefcase of cocaine and ended Thursday in an ambulance.”

They popped the trunk open and found the victim, bound and barefoot, with the bloody remains of one of his ears dangling from his head, the sources said. (via NY Daily News) ›

We Just Got One Shot At Life. Let’s Take It While We’re Still Not Afraid.