Marooned Off Vesta

hey so…. I think I’m going to try to take an extended break from the internet. i’m very very literally addicted to social media so i might very well be back tomorrow but….let’s see if maybe not

newformalism:

emsnkie:

Making the best of a bad situation

No but like, what if the tree had been planted over a grave and when it fell the skeletons were like “whoa there, this won’t do!” 

(via unsundered)

jesus christ, I’d already seen that clinton bragged about the US’s supposed “energy independence” – simultaneously untrue and horrifying – but i only just saw she explicitly promoted fracking. voting for her is utterly monstrous, a vote for her is a vote for so many different ends of the world

maroonedoffvesta:

when i saw the post about the electric eel twitter i looked at it and aside from the pinned tweet it really was all ZAP and POW etc so i was like sweet and followed it but ever since i followed it it’s been RTing people talking about it and making yuk yuk jokes constantly so i unfollowed, never in all my life have i been more disappointed and disillusioned

a week ago:

versus now:

when i saw the post about the electric eel twitter i looked at it and aside from the pinned tweet it really was all ZAP and POW etc so i was like sweet and followed it but ever since i followed it it’s been RTing people talking about it and making yuk yuk jokes constantly so i unfollowed, never in all my life have i been more disappointed and disillusioned

A.E. van Vogt, The Weapon Shops of Isher

cover by Bart Forbes

he’s not what you’d call For Everyone but i love his fiction and hate his self and my commitment to one of these damn days writing a novel about him is renewed, especially because I uncovered some unsettling CIA/Navy/COMINT links re-reading this book

(Source: maroonedoffvesta)

earth-impressions:

Wear Your Love Like Heaven // Donovan

(via psychodelicategirl)

"The laborer who for 12 hours long, weaves, spins, bores, turns, builds, shovels, breaks stone, carries hods, and so on – is this 12 hours’ weaving, spinning, boring, turning, building, shovelling, stone-breaking, regarded by him as a manifestation of life, as life? Quite the contrary. Life for him begins where this activity ceases, at the table, at the tavern, in bed. The 12 hours’ work, on the other hand, has no meaning for him as weaving, spinning, boring, and so on, but only as earnings, which enable him to sit down at a table, to take his seat in the tavern, and to lie down in a bed."

Karl Marx, Wage Labor and Capital (via becoming-vverevvolf)

(Source: political-construct, via banji-effect)