“Throughout all of my work, films, music and spoken word I’m trying to create and articulate a vision, to propose a better understanding and dig deeper into my own insanity, into feminine obsessions and sexual psycho insanity and get into the root emotion of what drives us as a culture. You’re never going to see me fucked up and sloppy on the street, and you’re never going to see me acting like Courtney Love, and for some strange reason it comes down to a feeling of dignity. I call it the Madonna theory: It shows us everything and tells us nothing. It’s pathetic but it’s the paparazzi that make it pathetic and they divert us to the point that we’d rather see Britney’s pussy than listen to somebody that might have something urgent to say about politics or the world in general. It’s just a distraction from everything that’s so fucking awful in the world. I find real passion shocking and I think that way because there’s so little of it that’s real. Maybe passion is the only shock factor I have left.”—
Here’s the thing- c. Yeah, it’s icky but it’s your responsibility to the people who have to walk down the same street that your dog decides to “go” on. There’s no reason why there should be crap on the sidewalk.
I have a dog. I pick up after my dog. When you don’t pick up after your dog, I step in it and so does my dog. It makes me really angry when I have to scrape crap out from in between my dog’s paws.
“Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of self, as insidious as any cancer. And like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.”—Martha Manning, Undercurrents (via shadowsofthesun) (via reneeruinseverything) (via thedame)