hello doing a giveaway just for tumblr. Reblog this picture and be entered to win one for free!! Two or three up for grabs depending on the numbers…
Branded message on a wood bench (Arts District - Downtown Los Angeles)
We agree.
“If you are showing me as voiceless, as hopeless, you have no space telling my story. You shouldn’t be telling my story if you don’t believe that I also have the power to change what is going on. And this video [KONY 2012] seems to say that the power lies in America and it does not lie with my government; it does not lie with local initiatives on the ground. … It is furthering that narrative that Africans are totally unable to help themselves and need outside help all of the time.”
Rosebell Kagumire, a blogger from Uganda, speaks on the Western condescension in the KONY 2012 campaign, and how the West thinking they it sweep into Africa with generalized, ignorant ideas of what actually goes on in Africa can “save” Africa and Africans like the “great Western heroes” they are.
an impossible decision
Oscar’s Golden Age | GQ Deutschland
Warren Beatty and Natalie Wood (1962)
“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames.”
— Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace, pg. 696, RIP.
(Source: samsebyaizdat)
