Float on.

20 year-old medical student from Brisbane, Australia. Find me in Hogwarts, Narnia, Storybrooke, Ankh-Morpork, Republic City, Camp Half-Blood, District 13, Middle Earth, Braavos (or camped out at a uni library)
Who I Follow
Are you scared? Or are you not ready? There is a difference.
Unique Quietness  (via paradisdesbilles)

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do-it-for-beth:

Orphan Black + Tumblr text posts

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He is taking a course on Marxist ideology.
He says, “The only real solution is to smash the system and start again.”
His thumb is caressing the most bourgeois copy of the communist manifesto that I have ever seen,
He bought it at Barnes and Noble for twenty-nine U.S. American dollars and ninety-nine cents,
Its hard cover shows a dark man with a scarved face
Waving a gigantic red flag against a fictional smoky background.
The matte finish is fucking gorgeous.
He wants to be congratulated for paying Harvard sixty thousand dollars
To teach him that the system is unfair.
He pulls his iPhone from his imported Marino wool jacket, and leaves.

What people can’t possibly tell from the footage on TV
Is that the water cannon feels like getting whipped with a burning switch.
Where I come from, they fill it with sewer water and hope that they get you in the face with your mouth open
So that the hepatitis will keep you in bed for the next protest.
What you can’t tell from Harvard square,
Is that when the tear gas bursts from nowhere to everywhere all at once,
It scrapes your insides like barbed wire, sawing at your lungs.
Tear gas is such a benign term for it,
If you have never breathed it in you would think it was a nostalgic experience.
What you can’t learn at Barnes and Noble,
Is that when they rush you, survival is to run,
I am never as fast as when the police are chasing me.
I know what happens to women in the holding cells down there and yet…
We still do it.

I inherited my communist manifesto,
It has no cover—
Because my mother ripped it off when she hid it in the dust jacket of “Don Quixote”
The day before the soldiers destroyed her apartment,
Looking for subversive propaganda.
She burned the cover, could not bring herself to burn the pages,
Hoped to God the soldiers couldn’t read,
They never found it.
So she was not killed for it, but her body bore the scars of the torture chamber,
For wanting her children to have a better life than she did,
Don’t talk to me about revolution.

I know what the price of smashing the system really is, my people already tried that.
The price of uprise is paid in blood,
And not Harvard blood.
The blood that ran through the streets of Santiago,
The blood thrown alive from Argentine helicopters into the Atlantic.

It is easy to say “revolution” from the comfort of a New England library.

It is easy to offer flesh to the cause,
When it is not yours to give.

Catalina Ferro, “Manifesto” (via dialecticsof)

I feel like people do need to remember that there is a very real, very painful, very human element to the word “revolution”.

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ATTENTION

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Read this.

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thefabulousweirdtrotters:

Trinity College Library at University of Dublin, Ireland

The Library of Trinity College is the largest research library in Ireland. As a result of its historic standing, Trinity College Library Dublin is a legal deposit library (as per Legal Deposit Libraries Act 2003) for the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and has a similar standing in Irish law. The College is therefore legally entitled to a copy of every book published in Great Britain and Ireland and consequently receives over 100,000 new items every year. The Library contains about five million books, including 30,000 current serials and significant collections of manuscripts, maps, and printed music. Three million books are held in the book depository, “Stacks”, in Santry, from which requests are retrieved twice daily. (wikipedia)

Photo by Brett Jordan 

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A HERPE

"The more you can distract yourself, the better," he says. "First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then, take mine."I spend the rest of the night on my mattress obsessively making knots […] By morning, my fingers are sore, but I’m still holding on.

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Love, Rosie (2014)

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birdconspiracy:

man i know pacific rim is not a Holy Grail of Perfect Progressive Cinema but man is it NICE to be able to watch a big cheesy loud action movie w main characters of color and where theres no hamfistedly shoved in romance and LOADSA COOL ALIEN AND SCIENCE STUFF ……. and where i dont have to be perpetually worried about them making some kinda gross joke (looking at u transformers) and the fights are still BIG and satisfying and everyones still super hot

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godmuva:

Why people ask me shit like “how was work?” or “how is school?” like work is work, school is school, I would rather be on a yacht right now while gettin some dick but here I am

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"Emma Woodhouse, I don’t have the words to tell you how in love with you I am."

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hipsterbrigadier:

Listen is basically the story about how 12 got bored, invented an enemy and freaked himself out

*moffat 

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  • me: *owns 264 unread books*
  • me: *buys 17 new books*
  • me: *rereads harry potter*