the attic

"I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can still be worked out in some way. I am a fool." Kurt Vonnegut

hi im cat. you know where to find me.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

—Charles Dickens - Great Expectations

thebluelip-blondie:

ras-al-ghul-is-dead:

A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."

(Laughs.)

There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

I’m just gonna keep reblogging this because this is truly how white America works. Like people have their weddings on plantations, Blackface was and still is a major source of entertainment and the biggest movie of all time was Gone With the Wind. White America will kill Black people and then smile and laugh and enjoy their day it sickens me that we’re treated this way.

(via alexand3rsupertramp)

right now:

there’s no better time than 1 am on a Friday night to move furniture around.

Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!

—Charles Dickens - Great Expectations 

In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.

—Charles Dickens - Great Expectations

Ryan Adams

—My Wrecking Ball

My Wrecking Ball

Ryan Adams

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

—Dead Poets Society (via langleav)

(via doctorpaastha)

and yeah. it’s WAR.
so far I think I’m winning with sheer pylon volume.

my inspiration wall is just mostly Tom Hardy and Shower Leia Cat.

my inspiration wall is just mostly Tom Hardy and Shower Leia Cat.

look what someone did to my car at the studio. I have a prime parking spot with my name on it and it’s right by the set door where everyone comes to smoke. my friend in sound, the mixer, who is super jealous of my spot, put the cone on my car on Friday evening. I didn’t even notice it until the boom op (Kearns) laughed at me when I was driving past. I almost made it out to the street like this. 
and yeah. I kept the pylon.

look what someone did to my car at the studio. I have a prime parking spot with my name on it and it’s right by the set door where everyone comes to smoke. my friend in sound, the mixer, who is super jealous of my spot, put the cone on my car on Friday evening. I didn’t even notice it until the boom op (Kearns) laughed at me when I was driving past. I almost made it out to the street like this.
and yeah. I kept the pylon.

i listen to andrew bird a lot lately. like just all the time always.

Radiohead

—Subterranean Homesick Alien

it-s-hard-to-get-around-the-wind:

I wish that they’d swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I’m driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
Show me the world as I’d love to see it

(via barelysarcasm)