Roses Out of Brains

Here is what I find in my search for inspiring things. Things to grow out of and grow something out of.

This blog is about the knick knacks I plant in my mind and what grows from them. So here are some knick knacks, and maybe some stuff I make, and a list of very wonderful books.

Though inaccrochable I'm very approachable, talk to me about yourself.
sugarmeows:

Nude Studies (albumen, 1875–80) – Louis Jean Baptiste Igout (French, 1837–81)
Printed by Calavas Freres Editeurs; 68, Rue de Lafayette, Paris.

sugarmeows:

Nude Studies (albumen, 1875–80) – Louis Jean Baptiste Igout (French, 1837–81)

Printed by Calavas Freres Editeurs; 68, Rue de Lafayette, Paris.

(via thecandyjar)

Why the friendzone is bullshit and self-proclaimed "nice guys" are misogynists

angels-and-angles:

Wow, accidentally deleted my original post. Reblogging so I can keep it in my archives.

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As defined by urban dictionary, the friendzone is…

When you are expected to support a girl you really like while she searches for a smarter, richer, and more handsome boyfriend. There is little you can do without feeling like a dick. All in all, one of the meanest things a girl can do, whether they mean it or not.”

and ”The perennial location of nice guys everywhere.”

Although this hypothetical situation could work both ways, friendzone is almost always applied to a man who is rejected by a woman. Therefore, there is something inherently unequal, something inherently sexist about the term “friendzone”. But what and why?

From my experience, this is what friend zone is. A “nice guy” pursues a woman, but isn’t forward with his intentions from the get-go like, say, a “jerk”. The woman is pleased to see a man who is interested in her not as a sexual object but as a human being and wishes for things to stay that way. The man is not satisfied with seeing the woman as a human being because being “expected to support a girl” is a bad deal if she’s not putting out.

Before I delve into the sociological aspects of this, I just want to point out that ”friendzone” is no more pleasant for a woman than it is a man. First, that is to say unrequited love works both ways, but the person who doesn’t return affections is considered mean only when she’s a woman. And second, what option does the woman have in a traditional “friendzone” situation? Just stop talking to a close friend to avoid “leading him on”? In high school, I found out my best friend of 2 years liked me. Having to tell him I didn’t feel the same way and being immediately ex-communicated via Facebook status (“Thanks for wasting my time”) was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. Were our two years of friendship invalid because I didn’t want anything more? Was all our time together really wasted because there was no hypothetical pay off?

Guys who do this and claim to be “nice guys” are the worst misogynists because of their sense of entitlement toward a woman. They make investments in property and expect their dividends. They are fake friends. They are selfish. And they will jump at the chance to vilify you and victimize themselves when their attempts at manipulation don’t work. Clearly, “friendzone” is the remnant of a phenomenon that has plagued women since the beginning of time: women are not independent creatures. Our love lives exist only in the context of a man’s desire. When we make independent decisions, we are subject to a host of derogatory terms. “Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”. “Friendzone” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “no”

the-star-stuff:

Kinetic Rings Mimic the Flight of Birds

Kansas-based metalsmith and jeweler Dukno Yoon creates rings, bracelets, and other devices that mimic the movements of birds by harnessing the motion caused by the flick of the wrist or flexing of fingers. Yoon received his BFA from Kookmin University, Seoul and a MFA from Miami University, Oxford, Ohio and most recently has been working on a series of metronomes that also explore the movement of birds. If you like the kinetic nature of these pieces also check out the work of Gary Schott.

makeandmana:

Banksy on Advertising

I’ve read this quote often, I’m sure it’s widely known. I am reblogging it today because on my way to work a billboard said “Hey you in the puffy jacket, it’s much better being here in a bikini” Advertising, I’m sure, for a walled in prison resort taking up prime real estate in an impoverished Caribbean nation, and doing so by trying to make me feel bad about my current situation in life. A lot of money was paid to try and make me feel that way.

It is a beautiful act of rebellion to love yourself and your life.

makeandmana:

Banksy on Advertising

I’ve read this quote often, I’m sure it’s widely known. I am reblogging it today because on my way to work a billboard said “Hey you in the puffy jacket, it’s much better being here in a bikini” Advertising, I’m sure, for a walled in prison resort taking up prime real estate in an impoverished Caribbean nation, and doing so by trying to make me feel bad about my current situation in life. A lot of money was paid to try and make me feel that way.

It is a beautiful act of rebellion to love yourself and your life.

(via los-logos)

Free associates from a few months ago

So I’ve decided to accumulate my weird etchings, free associations and ramblings and diary entries from the past year that are scattered in all sorts of weird places. Here’s one.

There is a dark silence in my heart; a tempered beating that drums out a cascade of anxious thoughts feverishly twisting in a watery bloodstream that drains and fills, beats a rhythm of silence in my empty ears it dwells long on my chest bearing out calcified shell remnants crunched under webbed feet, eaten out of shell and home a crinkling empty bone pile curled like chips or crisps if you’re British, they’re purpley in cold white sunlight a muted ocean crashes far away, it’s cloudy in my subconscious, overcast.

Now my brain aches

there is a straining

not bad not painful

stretched tight ears tied off rubberband brows

teeth poised to clench

eye ball strains the room is well lit and yet it’s hard to see

stomach dropped plunged down and twisted

(I had anxiety that day?)