Irrationation

No abyss here either.

The Veils - Talk Down The Girl
From ~ The Runaway Found (2004)

"It also made me realize how much people diminish and poo-poo the real power and strength of female friendship, especially between women, which is either supposed to descend into some kind of male lesbian love scene porn fantasy or be dismissed as meaningless or be re-written as a story of competition. Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, “bonus” relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and sometimes children….

…This was a snapshot of what my own deep friendships could lead to: transformation. I saw, on that afternoon, that it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship. That a friend can take you out of the boxes you’ve made for yourself and burn them up. This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary – spouses, children, parents. It is love.”

– from Emily Rapp’s essay on the power of female friendship. Read the whole thing. Then (here’s the cheesiest thing I will say all week, but wtf) email/call/hug/thank your best friend. (via robinwasserman)

superkangelane

Aga ma usun, et elan yhe p2eva superkangelasena
Kunagi tulevikus
P2rast lihtsa praemuna valmimist ja tassi musta kohvi, sigaretti
P22stan ehk elu…v6i kaks
Oleksin tabloidide kunn
Kuradima laadap2evade reklaami k6rval naerataksin
Elup22stja naeratust
Teadmata. et mu enda elu on see
Mis vajab lunastust

“I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost… I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place. But, it isn’t my fault. It still takes me a long time to get out. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. It’s a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. I walk down another street.” ― Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery