Fuck the Jazz Age

I always have this memory of my Mom dancing in the kitchen all the time. We had a really bad radio – so bad you had to put your finger in it to change the music, so you were always at risk of being electrocuted every time you went to change the channel. And the songs would come on in the kitchen and my Mom would just dance, and she was always sad. I suppose it’s the experience a lot of people have as immigrants. She loved to dance so much and was so sad because she always thought people didn’t dance enough. She was a Haitian woman. She was round. So I don’t exactly dance like that, but not completely different either.

—Régine Chassagne, on her mother. (via anti-christ-television-blues)

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my collar was little music notes embroidered on it 

my collar was little music notes embroidered on it 

guess who got up early to send work emails and shower and is now eating oatmeal like the adult she’s pretending to be for 2 hours? 

novacorps:

Date someone who looks at you the way Mark Ruffalo looks at Paul Rudd.

novacorps:

Date someone who looks at you the way Mark Ruffalo looks at Paul Rudd.

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cloviashaw:

Cover art for Neko Case’ album, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood.

Art by Julie Morstad

l1berum:

there is a huge difference between genuinely liking someone and liking the attention they give you and it took me a long time to realise that

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