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"I believe in the possible realization of a world in which man can BE much, even if he HAS little; a world in which the dominant motivation of existence is not consumption; a world in which "man” is the end, first and last; a world in which man can find the way of giving a purpose to his life as well as the strength to live free and without illusions."
- Erich Fromm

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Lorde's real anti-capitalist Grammy speech suppressed

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

The singer-songwriter Lorde shocked USA America’s music industry when accepting her second miniature gold-coloured gramophone for the night at the 56th Annual Grammy Awards on Sunday January 26 2014 in Los Angeles, California. The shock was not because the singer-songwriter won two Grammy awards, Best Solo Pop Performance and Song of the Year, for her hit single ‘Royals’.

Rather, it has emerged that Lorde delivered a lecture-like speech that was a scathing indictment of global capitalism. But, the apparent ‘live’ broadcast had a one-minute delay and was switched to a ‘rehearsal take’ that had been shot earlier.

All of the nominees had been filmed earlier as a precaution, so that if any winners talked for too long or if their speeches or outfits revealed contents that breached its censorship rating, the Grammy’s studio could edit such moments without the wider world being any wiser. The near-seamless insertion of the ‘rehearsal take’ occurred after a wide-shot of the auditorium as Lorde, and her Grammy co-winner Joel Little, made their way up the steps to the stage.

Evidently, Lorde, whose real name is Ella Maria Lani Yelich-O’Connor, was miffed about the introduction of a ‘rehearsal take’ and prepared a lengthy speech. Yelich-O’Connor’s unexpected oratory nuclear-bomb shell nearly exploded the subterfuge of the ruling class both present and absent, and that of their media-guardians that watch over the White House-Hollywood Military-Media Complex.

Lorde’s Suppressed Grammy Award acceptance speech (Full Transcript) 26 January 2014

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My friend&#8217;s photo was too awesome and emotion-evoking to not share with the world. I thought it might inspire people to take that leap of faith and just go for it. Whatever it is, whether its traveling or leaving a comfort zone or changing jobs or whatever your brain pokes you with at night. You will be happy you did. It felt kind of like I imagine this did.  Creds to A.L. (not full name disclosure for obvious reasons but credit where it&#8217;s due).

My friend’s photo was too awesome and emotion-evoking to not share with the world. I thought it might inspire people to take that leap of faith and just go for it. Whatever it is, whether its traveling or leaving a comfort zone or changing jobs or whatever your brain pokes you with at night. You will be happy you did. It felt kind of like I imagine this did.

 Creds to A.L. (not full name disclosure for obvious reasons but credit where it’s due).

thank you, reddit.

thank you, reddit.

The sun came up and five years gone
Life goes on, yeah, life goes on
I wonder how you’re gettin’ by
The sun goes down and I feel blue
Now I toss ‘cause my mind’s on you
And I kind of miss your broken smile…

thetowndrugdealer:

if one day someone fucks me as hard and passionately as the guys from mumford & sons play the banjo i will be happy with my life

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ofjared:

hamiltons-publius:

The Koch Brothers — Bernie Sanders

bernie sanders of vermont, champion of the people

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celestiol:

The Crystal Mill | by Kevin Russ | Website.

kisses kept are wasted

love is to be tasted

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree. 
Trees, Joyce Kilmer

So, Imagine that the company you work for held a poll, and asked everyone if they thought it would be a good idea to put a soda machine in the break room. The poll came back, and the majority of your colleagues said “Yes”, indicating that they would like a soda machine. Some said no, but the majority said yes. So, a week later, there’s a soda machine. Now imagine that Bill in accounting voted against the soda machine. He has a strong hatred for caffeinated soft drinks, thinks they are bad you you, whatever. He campaigns throughout the office to get the machine removed. Well, management decides “OK, we’ll ask again” and again, the majority of people say “Yes, lets keep the soda machine.” Bill continues to campaign, and management continues to ask the employees, and every time, the answer is in favor of the soda machine. This happens, lets say… 35 times. Eventually, Bill says “OK, I’M NOT PROCESSING PAYROLL ANYMORE UNTIL THE SODA MACHINE IS REMOVED”, so nobody will get paid unless management removes the machine. What should we do???

Answer: Fire Bill and get someone who will do the fucking job.

Bonus: Bill tells everyone that he was willing to “Negotiate”, to come to a solution where everyone got their payroll checks, but only so long as that negotiation capitulated to his demand to remove the soda machine.

Bill is a fucking jackass.

 
Brian Krewson (via themetricruler)

Spoken word on the friend zone.

"My personal understanding is that the mythical friend zone is a situation in which a guy (or girl, but usually guy) has unstated, unrequited feelings for another person, and sticks around doing nice things (read, being a friend) under the impression that a certain number of nice things will magically open up the possibility of a sexual/romantic relationship with the object of their affection, and is pissed/affronted when they discover that no, the person still does not want to fuck them. This is closely linked to Nice Guy™ Syndrome, in which the crush-er cannot understand why the crush-ee won’t sleep with them/be with them because he’s "such a nice guy and you only date assholes!"

My understanding is that the term speaks to the male entitlement in our culture, and the idea that a man is owed sex for being a decent person. (A cookie, if you will). It highlights the idea that a woman’s company is only desirable if it is a gateway to sex/romance, and is not desirable in and of itself.”

Thank you Jezebel I love you.
http://groupthink.jezebel.com/guy-discovers-that-the-friendzone-is-bullshit-1180431354

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living

I want to know what you ache for

and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool

for love

for your dreams

for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…

I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow

if you have been opened by life’s betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your

fingers and toes

without cautioning us to

be careful

be realistic

to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

 

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

 

I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand on the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,”Yes.”

 

It doesn’t interest me

to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after a night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the center of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

 

I want to know if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like the company you keep

in the empty moments.

whoops

got my heart walked on. first time in years. it is painful, but there is something beautiful about swimming in a wet wound. this space is good. painfully healthy. and I respect him being true to himself. just sorry I got stuck and dragged behind the vehicle of growing up and listening to ourselves. 

this summer was a lesson on listening to that inner voice. and of never ever again letting another person fall into the forefront of my life. personal journey first, always, loves and lovers always come after.

never stop doing your own thing. everything else follows when you love you first.

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