Just can’t bullshit anyone, not in me. Whether it means they’ll like me or not i don’t care. Don’t wanna look back when i’m older and remember myself being fake at times. Won’t have that. It’s not that a big a deal to me either. This shit comes natural.
“It is an interesting subject: superfluous people in the service of brute power. A developed, stable, organized society is a community of clearly delineated and defined roles, something that cannot be said of the majority of third-world cities. Their neighborhoods are populated in large part by an unformed, fluid element, lacking precise classification, without position, place, or purpose. At any moment and for whatever reason, these people, to whom no one pays attention, whom no one needs, can form into a crowd, a throng, a mob, which has an opinion about everything, has time for everything, and would like to participate in something, mean something.
“All dictatorships take advantage of this idle magma. They don’t even need to maintain an expensive army of full-time policemen. It suffices to reach out to these people searching for some significance in life. Give them the sense that they can be of use, that someone is counting on them for something, that they have been noticed, that they have a purpose.”
According to Polish anthropologist Bronislaw Malinowski, the natives of the South Pacific coined the phrase “missionary position,” because the newly arrived Christian missionaries were shocked that people in the South Pacific had sex in several positions, not just one.
Florida was “a vampire that… sucked the repose & the beauty & the dignity & cheerfulness out of our livesGertrude Ellen Dupuy Sanford
Fry, Joseph A. Henry S, Sanford: Diplomacy and Business in Nineteenth-Century America, Reno: University of Nevada Press, 1982. (via oldflorida)
"There was only the sky. The surface of the earth had not appeared. There was only the calm sea and the great expanse of the sky."