Honestly??? UO stays fucking up
It isn’t available for purchase anymore, according to TIME, but I have a very hard time believing it was “merely coincidental” that they chose a university that had a worldwide known shooting in 1970 to put onto a sweatshirt that was purposefully made to look “vintage” with red splatters that resemble blood. Their excuse was that the red stains were discoloration from the original shade of the shirt… Bullshit.
I should add for those who don’t know, Kent State students were peacefully protesting the Cambodian Campaign in May 4, 1970 when the Ohio National Guard carelessly shot 67 rounds over a period of 13 seconds into a crowd of protesters and on lookers; killing 4, wounding 9, and paralyzing 1.
Just a few weeks ago, Zara took down a shirt from their website that was identical to the Jewish prisoner uniforms they had to wear in concentration camps (including the golden “replica” of the Star of David).
A consumer psychology expert told TIME that controversy is good for business, and that’s exactly what’s happening right now. Companies like Urban Outfitters (who are known to appropriate cultures) and Zara are exploiting tragedies to create controversy for a profit. It’s a business model that seriously needs to end.
My roommate and his girlfriend got in the shower together and they’re… Talking about politics?
I was expecting to hear “OH GOD, HARDER,” not “George Washington was entirely correct in his prediction of what distinct parties would do to politics as a whole.”
Nope nevermind, there it is, apparently political debate is just their form of foreplay
STOP REBLOGGING THIS HE HAS A TUMBLR
Ni Putes Ni Soumises (Neither Whores Nor Submissives): Green- Fight Violence Against Women
5:15am// “I’ve gotten used to drinking lighter fluid to keep the fire inside me going, but sometimes, I like to drink in the dawn”
more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga,
we need the opportunity to dance
with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance
between the couch and dinning room table, at the end
of the party, while the person we love has gone
to bring the car around
because it’s begun to rain and would break their heart
if any part of us got wet. A slow dance
to bring the evening home, to knock it out of the park. Two people
rocking back and forth like a buoy. Nothing extravagant.
A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey.
It’s a little like cheating. Your head resting
on his shoulder, your breath moving up his neck.
Your hands along her spine. Her hips
unfolding like a cotton napkin
and you begin to think about how all the stars in the sky
are dead. The my body
is talking to your body slow dance. The Unchained Melody,
Stairway to Heaven, power-cord slow dance. All my life
I’ve made mistakes. Small
and cruel. I made my plans.
I never arrived. I ate my food. I drank my wine.
The slow dance doesn’t care. It’s all kindness like children
before they turn four. Like being held in the arms
of my brother. The slow dance of siblings.
Two men in the middle of the room. When I dance with him,
one of my great loves, he is absolutely human,
and when he turns to dip me
or I step on his foot because we are both leading,
I know that one of us will die first and the other will suffer.
The slow dance of what’s to come
and the slow dance of insomnia
pouring across the floor like bath water.
When the woman I’m sleeping with
stands naked in the bathroom,
brushing her teeth, the slow dance of ritual is being spit
into the sink. There is no one to save us
because there is no need to be saved.
I’ve hurt you. I’ve loved you. I’ve mowed
the front yard. When the stranger wearing a shear white dress
covered in a million beads
comes toward me like an over-sexed chandelier suddenly come to life,
I take her hand in mine. I spin her out
and bring her in. This is the almond grove
in the dark slow dance.
It is what we should be doing right now. Scrapping
for joy. The haiku and honey. The orange and orangutang slow dance.
|—||Slow Dance, Matthew Dickman (via focloir)|
I’ve always loved the idea of not being what people expect me to be.
Dita Von Teese
WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS !
And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.
|—||Iain Thomas - I Wrote This For You (via ohlovequotes)|