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Chris Vargas by Craig Calderwood

Chris Vargas by Craig Calderwood

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Artist: The Raincoats
Track: Don’t Be Mean

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The world has not enough water for everyone, nor amounts sufficient to dilute this shake so that its flavor could be rejoined at the party after the chaos of getting in, finding the room with the coats, and moving outside for a quick smoke.

Lauren Berlant

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At once everyone in the room and the world is alike and different, because if the word child does mean something, to everyone the scene is both singular and general, and the child you imagine is a and that child, you in a space at a time at an age, wearing something, probably, distinguished by details, and if we all drew it we would all also be distracted by how sketchy our skills really are, for even the richest writer just makes stick figures, by which I don’t mean, like Lydia Davis, that I’m bored by other people’s imaginations: other minds are great, the greatest, it’s just that all of the gathering and attending are so imprecise and seat of the pants it’s not clear what close seeing and reading and listening can tell us about any other thing than what it was that hit us while we pretended it was out there all along with its own ontology or history of mattering.
  Lauren Berlant, “The Game,” from Supervalent Thought (via solemnburger)
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georgiacapra

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Imagine this: 
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom. 
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors. 
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.

Imagine this: 
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress. 
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell. 
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.

Imagine this:
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt. 
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.

Imagine this:
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.

Imagine this:
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle 
and swallows men whole.

Reinventing Rescue, theappleppielifestyle

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Artist: Deadbeat
Track: THREE BIRDS WERE SITTING ON A WIRE / COLLOIDAL SILVER

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