DerrickDays
Live them like my last
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(Source: bbones)
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How to love a woman.
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. -Bob Marley
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John Steinbeck’s handwritten manuscript of The Grapes of Wrath, 1939
His handwriting…it’s so pretty
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lostwithoutmyconsultingdetective:
I WANT ALL OF THESE SHIRTS IN MY CLOSET
OR POSSIBLY ON MY BODY
SIMULTANEOUSLYAwesome. Just pure awesome.
(Source: an-editors-eye)
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Currently
At constant war with myself
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Mewithoutyou - January 1979
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(Source: o-dd)
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[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
Dance Gavin Dance - Heat Seeking Ghost Of Sex
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Rick Santorum makes me ashamed to say I’m a resident/ native of Pennyslvania
Trufax guys
I promise though, we’re not all like that!
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Hell yeah!
(Source: makeallthemagicyoucan)
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Pictured above is Fay Malkin, holocaust survivor and subject in the documentary No. 4 Street of Our Lady. Her family and others spent 20 months hidden in a Polish woman’s hayloft as her town’s Jewish population dropped from around 6,000 to 30 (15 hidden by this Polish woman) in only a year. However, Fay almost didn’t survive. Having a tendency to cry, she put 15 other people’s lives on the line when she made such loud noise, and eventually it was decided that she would be poisoned. Held down, she had the pill forced into her mouth, and eventually lost consciousness. In spite of that, when they went to bury her, they miraculously found that she still had a pulse. This was a the story she had to share with us today.
It was astonishing, but also heart wrenching. At times she seemed as if she was going to cry. Conversely, she later justified her mother’s part in her poisoning bluntly as means for survival. What killed me most though was her questions to the audience: how could people be so sadistic and take pleasure from it? How could you arrange mass killings of people solely based on their religion? Powerless, I sat in the front row without answers to her questions; I had no idea how people could be so evil.
Overall, Ms. Malkin’s retelling of her experiences truly put into perspective how trivial the predicaments in our lives can be. It made me grateful for all that I had in my life and thankful that she survived that night and was there speaking to us. Experiences like this always make me remember that life is something to be thankful for each moment I spend, and to not view my existence as some monotonous, melancholic chore.
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needed now, negroes who can entertain
ONLY.
others not
wanted.
(& are considered extremely dangerous.)
-Haki R. Madhubutti, Think Black
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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, 1971.
Author
Derrick.From Pittsburgh.18. Chubster. I write.I love.I laugh.
