“I always get asked, ‘Where do you get your confidence?’ I think people are well meaning, but it’s pretty insulting. Because what it means to me is, ‘You, Mindy Kaling, have all the trappings of a very marginalized person. You’re not skinny, you’re not white, you’re a woman. Why on earth would you feel like you’re worth anything?’”

“I always get asked, ‘Where do you get your confidence?’ I think people are well meaning, but it’s pretty insulting. Because what it means to me is, ‘You, Mindy Kaling, have all the trappings of a very marginalized person. You’re not skinny, you’re not white, you’re a woman. Why on earth would you feel like you’re worth anything?’”

6 months ago 33588   originally from thymoss / via mayawiig
Philosophy, I am convinced, is the most fruitful when it dialectically faces its own demons, and most enlightened when it understands the Others it produces by its own inevitable shadows.

Achieving Our Humanity: The Idea of the Postracial Future By Emmanuel C. Eze.

Emmanuel Chukwudi Eze was a Nigerian-born American philosopher, and a specialist in postcolonial philosophy. He wrote as well as edited influential postcolonial histories of philosophy in Africa, Europe, and the Americas. (1963-2007)

Read The Color of Reason: The Idea of “Race” in Kant’s Anthropology here.

(via medievalpoc)

7 months ago 214   originally from thymoss / via medievalpoc
Guildenstern: It’s autumnal.
Rosencrantz (examining the ground): No leaves.
Guildenstern: Autumnal - nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day… Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it… Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses… deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth — reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
7 months ago 420   originally from borgevino / via ablogwithaview
An Ode To Writing

Dear brain

please produce something great

something to change the world

and hopefully make me money

a lot of money

ready

set

go

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damnit

Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
9 months ago 331   originally from thymoss / via quotes-shape-us
Cities are for
                 breaking you into several people
                                                          at once.
excerpted from Lug Your Body out of the Careful Dusk, by Joshua Marie Wilkinson (via miraging)
10 months ago 6349   originally from neverfeedthesarcophagi / via miraging
She lives the poetry she cannot write.
Oscar Wilde (via loveyourchaos)
1 year ago 82503   originally from idumeas / via pigmenting
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The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

1 year ago 19230   originally from titiansremade / via meiringens
wilde   quote   the best  
Her lips drink water, but her heart drinks wine.
E.E. Cummings (via careandcuriositykilledthecat)
1 year ago 3519   originally from littleharley / via belle-de-nuit
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