Hardcorekancil

My favourite method for learning anything (well, almost)

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takatakapa:

Vu qu’il Il a été prouvé que 100% des personnes victimes de viols respiraient de l’air au moment des faits, si vous ne voulez pas subir un viol, respirez donc uniquement de l’azote liquide.

Comme plus de 90% des victimes de viols sont des femmes, évitez d’être une femme pour ne pas vous faire violer. Les opérations de changement de sexe existent, ce n’est pourtant pas sorcier!

sweetestshaboo:

feast your eyes :)

@hardcorekancil @monahwi @maximilus @okalotieno

favorite things: bookstores

Shakespeare and Co. : heavenly bookstore in Paris :)

thegirlandherbooks:

teachingliteracy:

Take a book. Leave a book. Ok? (by James Byrum)

Okay.

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Sigh…

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wakidasan:

ctasterisk:

yoannmichaux:

Confessions, public art project, The Cosmopolitan, Las Vegas, Nevada by Candy Chang

For one month, Chang lived in Vegas. Visitors could stop by, enter a booth, write whatever thoughts they wanted to share, and drop the confession into a box that mixed anonymously with other slips. Chang then took the anonymous slips and displayed them on the walls, painting selected responses in white against a larger red canvas background. According to Chang’s website, “This project seeks to create a cathartic sanctuary for this temporary community and help us see we are not alone in our quirks, experiences and struggles as we try to lead fulfilling lives.”

Im so gonna visit that place when I go back to vegas next year or two years from now.

I wanna go here!

 We once had a confession board in the bathroom of the gallery where our theatre play was shown….this is taking the confession booth to another level!!

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vanished:

Billy Q.

elphemere:

Ce qu’il faut de nuit
Au-dessus des arbres,
Ce qu’il faut de fruits
Aux tables de marbre,
Ce qu’il faut d’obscur
Pour que le sang batte,
Ce qu’il faut de pur
Au cœur écarlate,
Ce qu’il faut de jour
Sur la page blanche,
Ce qu’il faut d’amour
Au fond du silence.
Et l’âme sans gloire
Qui…

Sylvia Plath (via vanished)