Trying to get my word and voice out there! I will try to post as much as I can, but feel free to take a look!
Everyone wants a piece of this pie. I never get tired of my morning commute, looking out toward the city watching hope and possibility bloom. New York City is the place where dreams spark and flourish, anything is possible. I feel grateful every day for being born and raised in the greatest city in the world. It is an honor to have lived here and continue to spend my life here. I embark on a new adventure every day and always stumble on something new. I love your culture, originality, traditions, art and honesty. I feel like the whole world is in the palm of my hands when I gaze out at you.
There’s nothing I love more than classic, vintage, old school photos, especially when they celebrate my favorite holiday, Halloween. I have the most vivid memories as a child when Halloween would approach. To this day, I still love scary, frightening, and horror related things. The costumes scream terror and spookiness, which is what Halloween is all about. Another reason why I appreciate the classic costumes is the authenticity and original creativity of them. They are homemade, creepy, mysterious, and raw. The costumes are iconic images of what we naturally fear the most. Our society has come to celebrate altered, grotesquely fictional images. It is nice to see classic, fear-provoking icons as the staple as the image of Halloween.
A collection of 26 nightmarish vintage Halloween photos from the 1930s.
You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon.
Ray Bradbury // Fahrenheit 451 (via kvtes)
It is a great honor to have read books that were once banned and labeled “offensive.” Those books have left an impact in our society, and to this day still impact the lives of those of have read them and reflect on them. I still reference back to many of those books that were once on that list. Of those banned books is Fahrenheit 451, it has stuck with me. The idea of ‘burning books’ seems so far fetch, but in reality, it makes perfect sense. The preservation of restricting one’s access to educate and grow from books can relate to what we see in our society. The limitations that come from prohibiting certain books prevents the individual and society’s ability to learn, grow, and teach future generations.
Water the Flowers
Mark Samsonovich
Maggie Mae’s alley 5th st. Austin, Texas
Since the news of the recent presidential election, it is easy to say that people of color and women feel disenfranchised and isolated because of the views of what the American people chose on Nov. 8. It is almost surreal to even understand what actually happened, but as the same time, in order to understand the horror, we must learn why America leaned toward a racist, sexist, homophobic man as our president. Toni Morrison’s article does a great job breaking down the logic behind this chaotic election and outcome. I feel sadness for myself and my fellow peers who have been, are, and will be affected by this outcome.
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Happy Birthday, Mr. Fitzgerald!
(via doubledaybooks)