It doesn’t matter how many times the dust settles, something is bound to stir it up…

What a blessing it is to be alone with your thoughts when so many are alone with their inability to think.

Robert Brault

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into

Sylvia Plath

Picture by day, lighting by night

Mad Girl’s Love Song


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my lids and all is born again. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 
And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: 
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you’d return the way you said, 
But I grow old and I forget your name. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; 
At least when spring comes they roar back again. 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)” 
― Sylvia Plath

I talk to God but the sky is empty

Sylvia Plath

Coloringbook based on police brutality

The Police Brutality Coloring Book is the latest artistic blast to come out of the Occupy movement, a lingering protest that’s seen urban campers hunkering down in public spaces and occasionally clashing with police. Some of the more notorious incidents of apparent police brutality have been captured on video, with clips quickly going viral on the internet.

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Jill Tovey.

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