soup is good.

all I know of love is how to live without it
#wang #bang

#wang #bang


I. love. the. Anaconda. video. but the writeups I’ve been seeing keep referring to Drake as a co-star, which I think misses a big part of the point.

The reason this video rules is because Drake is an extra. Drake is a prop. Drake is a bro in the comfy-casual clothes that he rolled up to the set in, who has no lines or purpose other than the be ground upon, and whose face is obscured by shadows most of the time.

This is not a continuation of the Drake/Nicki/Rih media narrative. This is a dank-as-fuck feminist power play. This is, “Drake is whatever to me.” And this is a man who, if he isn’t at the top of his game, is close to it. A huge celebrity. And here is Nicki looking fucking amazing, tormenting him into a boner, then swatting his hand away and walking out of frame.

Your anaconda don’t want none unless she got buns, hun? Maybe she doesn’t want your anaconda. Maybe she’ll do whatever the fuck she wants with her buns, and it doesn’t matter what you think or feel.

Juggalo is NOT Another Word for ‘Fan’ | Brittany O’Mearica



Colin Waddell is a Juggalo. That is, Colin is a fan of the band called Insane Clown Posse (ICP). But being a Juggalo is different than being just a fan, he says; being a Juggalo is a way of life. “It’s about family, being accepted regardless of who you are.” Colin first joined the Juggalo family in 1999 after being introduced to the band by his friend. He reflects, “It just always seemed like that since my first show … regardless of who you are, if you’re a Juggalo, you’re family.” Using Colin as a lens into Juggalo life, we are able to get a glimpse of the Juggalo family, who Juggalos are, and the ways they are viewed by the media.

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So this got published again …


Brion Cemetary in San Vito d’Altivole near Treviso, Italy is considered Italian architect Carlo Scarpa’s most important and complex work. “I consider this work, if you permit me, to be rather good and one which will get better over time. I have tried to put some poetic imagination into it, though not in order to create poetic architecture but to make a certain kind of architecture that could emanate a sense of formal poetry. The place for the dead is a garden. I wanted to show some ways in which you could approach death in a social and civic way; and further what meaning there was in death, in the ephemerality of life other than these shoe-boxes.” Scarpa died in 1978, in a construction site accident. He is buried in this cemetery in a standing position in a hidden spot within the interstitial space where the walls of the old and new cemeteries meet.

(via underwaterness)