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New toofbrush. New tube of toofpaste. Had no idea it was a green gel. It looks fucking fabulous.

… there was a moment when the mood began to shift. The rumors of a Beyoncé-Jay-Z breakup started off as a trickle, a tiny whisper of a thought on a slapdash site called Blind Gossip. By mid-afternoon, the rumor had snowballed, and it was proclaimed that ‘love is dead.’

Love obviously is still alive in some capacity (tacos, puppies, etc.), but it made you realize that this love between Beyoncé and Jay-Z was something Americans were deeply invested in, a potent talisman of American romance.

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Alex Abad-Santos on why we’re always going to be wrong about Jay-Z and Beyoncé divorce rumors.

Until I read this article, I considered my investment in Beyoncé, Jay-Z, and the most current pop culture landscape to be minimal - which is equal parts awesome and sad. ANYWAY, this article is a pithy yet thorough examination of how we consume our idols and what our idols give us to feed on. While I’ve got my issues with Beyoncé, there’s no denying that while she may not be my idol, I still find myself lured by the sycophantic glow of the masses.

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(Source: maeganramirez)

There’re plenty of reasons to miss Anastasia, but one of the biggest is that I can take pictures of her without catching shit for it. I love taking pictures of people, but people don’t like it when I try. They bitch unless booze is involved. She just lets me do my thing - which is why she has a starring role in many of my people pictures. (I did try to take a picture of a man that I thought was sleeping peacefully on the metro. It didn’t end well. But that’s another story for another post.)
My last time at Politics and Prose with Anastasia. She’s moving to Mississippi. That bitch. (at Politics & Prose Bookstore)
Tastes of summer. (at Politics & Prose Bookstore)
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"I like the way you look." "The way I look?" "Yeah, the way you look just sitting there like that. May I take your picture?" "Of course you may." (at Book Hill Park)

“Virginia Woolf was a writer’s writer. For as many moments of artistic despair as there are, one also finds glimmers of hope, of faith in the process. In 1933, she wrote, “I must not let myself believe that I’m simply a ladylike prattler: […] No, I must say to myself, this is a mere wisp, a veil of water; and so create, hardly, fiercely, as I feel now more able to do than ever before.” In 1934, she spoke directly to those of us who would come after her: “A note, by way of advising other Virginias with other books that this is the way of the thing: up down up down – and Lord knows the truth.””

—   from On Reading Virginia Woolf’s Diary by Dana Staves (via bookriot)

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