“Art is individualism. There lies its immense value. For what it seeks is to disturb monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.”—Oscar Wilde. (via fuckyeah-oscarwilde) (via claerwen) (via ifighttheonesthatfightme)
“Self-loathing is not a fucking character-builder. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t make you better. It’s just an ever-deepening, creepy-ass trap; a trap that is a huge moneymaker for corporations that do not have and never will have good intentions. You’re not disgusting. You’re not freakish. You’re not ugly. And you’re never going to be perfect. And holy shit, that is so okay.”—Jane, Casual Blasphemies (via bear-bones) (via fight-war-not-wars) (via pigisapig) (via clitorisaurusrex) (via troisaysrelax) (via daisies-and-vervain) (via ifighttheonesthatfightme)
This is the piece that SHATTERED the Jazz world when it was first performed - it was, at that moment, the very first known jazz piece to be composed and performed at 5 beats-per-meter. In other parts of the world, such as the Middle East, pieces using 5, 7, and 13 bpm are normal; but Westerners have some sort of innate system of rhythm-keeping that makes us default to 3/4, 4/4 (or 2 bpm if we wish to increase tempo). Try listening to a piece using 5 bpm and tap out the beat (other than this)…if you grew up here, your body will try to correct you.
I mean when you listen to it, doesn’t it just jolt you in a particular way? It was brilliance at its best.
“Teens were asked to respond to questions about circumstances under which a man “has the right to have sexual intercourse with a woman without her consent.” Eighty percent said the man had the right to use force if the couple were married, and 70 percent if the couple planned to marry. Sixty-one percent said that force was justified if the couple had prior sexual relations. More than half felt that force was justified if the woman had led the man on. Thirty percent said it was justified if he knew that she had sex with other men, or if he was so sexually stimulated he couldn’t control himself, or if the woman was drunk. More than half the students thought that “if a woman dresses seductively and walks alone at night, she is asking to be raped.””—
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.”—Oscar Wilde (via sugarshootingstars, fishashoe, artpixie)