The two most important days of your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why. The greatest adventure is finding where you belong.
It’s not really who you love, what matters is that you love. Across the wins, losses, setbacks, gains and games, you must make an effort to love. Be more lovable and more loving. Remember that all the darkness in the world can’t put out the light of a single candle. Spread your light and spread your love. This is how every one of us can help to heal our world.
It is always sunrise somewhere, nothing ever dies at once, rain is always falling, waves are always crashing. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn, on water, on earth, on hills, in gardens, in cities, everywhere, always, as the world turns. The grand show is eternal.
BON IVER. Skinny Love
S.C. & T.S.S. Mean Old World
RIHANNA. Stay (Branchez Bootleg)
BEYONCÉ. All Night
ANTHONY B. Where To Turn
FRANCIS & THE LIGHTS. Like a Dream
ZED’S DEAD. Where Did That Go
GRIZ. For The Love (Naderi Remix)
BIG WILD. When I Get There
JOAKIM KARUD. Boost
BOB & MARCIA. Learning Things About You
SAM COOKE. Somebody’s Gonna Miss Me
H.W. Show Me Love (Big Wild Remix)
BOOPS FEAT. C.C. Police Officer (Jacky Murda Refix)
TOP CAT. Badder Than Them (Jacky Murda Reboot)
GRIZ. Better Than I’ve Ever Been
SAM COOKE. If I Had A Hammer
MØ. Final Song
CHERUB. Doses & Mimosas
AMIR OBÉ. Wish You Well
POST MALONE. White Iverson
DUB FX. Love Me Or Not
J.C. FEAT. W.N. The Harder They Come
ROB VIKTUM. 4-17-1975
O.T. GENASIS. CoCo
FETTY WAP. Trap Queen
N.G. FEAT. S.D. & A.C. Money Haffi Mek
FLUME FEAT. T-SHIRT. On Top
WINSTRONG. Joy of Life
NICKY JAM. El Perdón
NAPPY ROOTS. Good Day
S.Q. The Purge [R.C.] (20syl Remix)
MONONOME. Never Leave
I.G. & S.J. Flying (HNGVR + Mudra Remix)
RL GRIME, WHAT SO NOT, SKRILLEX. Waiting
S.J. & T.K. FEAT. F.W. Funny Guy (Kognitif Remix)
GRIMES. Kill V. Maim
F.M. FEAT. SWAE LEE. Unforgettable
S.M. & L’ENTOURLOOP. Dreader Than Dread
SANTIGOLD. All I Got
POPCAAN. Give Thanks
C.D. FEAT. CHESHIRE CAT. I’m Sure
“People sometimes ask me if I’m ever afraid to speak out. My answer is no. Fear is a prison and I have been imprisoned all my life. All my life I have been afraid of the consequences of being myself. All my life I have been afraid of my truth. Whether it be the truth of my nappy hair, the truth of my ghettoness, or the truth of my intelligence, I feared it would make others uncomfortable. I spent 24 years locked in a box labeled ‘The American Dream.’ I spent 24 years dying, burdened by the truth of my own identity. To be afraid now would be a slap in the face. It is an honor to get to be me. I will never succumb to fear. I have to choose this life, even if it kills me, even if I end up penniless. Because the alternative is simply unbearable.”
“Your job as students who are receiving this privilege called education is to do your best to achieve great things, all the while advocating for those in the rows behind you.”
Larger-than-life compressed charcoal drawings of women by Clio Newton. These photorealistic portraits powerfully reveal the subject with a greatness of intimacy and strikingly beautiful detail.
The smallest decisions can have the biggest consequences. Every moment is an opportunity. Every second contains the possibility to change your life because every choice is a new beginning. It’s never too late. This is your chance to fix everything.
Love more than you are loved, give more than you get, that is the secret to happiness.
“Compassion for animals is intimately associated with goodness of character, and it may be confidently asserted that anyone who is cruel to animals cannot be good.”
I once witnessed Dylan wake up by punching himself hard in the balls. He sprang up in bed all angry, shouting, “Fuck!” and then displayed an agonized face of visible distress. I chuckled, said, “Poor baby,” and felt sorry as best as I could, because how am I to know how much pain you feel from a sudden hard balls punching. I only know what they’ve told me and apparently it’s lots. I also know from the time I used to kick balls for money, crush, shock and tie them up, or stick the ball sack bounteously with many long sharp pins, but that of course was skewered knowledge, because those motherfuckers loved that shit, so much so that they paid for it. Then later I’d torture my friends with graphic recaps of the day’s ball punishment and amuse myself greatly watching guys who possessed zero desire to have their own balls be destroyed struggle to process the dark details of all my joyfully horrible stories. What I love about life is that it’s fun, and what I love about the world is that it’s fucked up, confusingly, maddeningly, beautifully. And good thing, because otherwise it’d all be just silence and loneliness, harsh words and complaints, emptiness and heartbreak, like tears in rain. Might as well welcome the pain.
Girl crush level: Sheidlina
There’s a lot of things about this world that are really awful, depressing, and disappointing, what’s most upsetting is human behaviour and human beings. All the same, we must be grateful and glad to be here, to exist at all, to have this chance to define ourselves, to contribute what we can, to be a part of the force of light and goodness and change. We need to transcend sadness, depression, disappointment and anger, and move forward into acceptance, acknowledgment and awareness in order to discover and develop our real strengths so that we can speak in a stronger voice, convey a deeper love, and create with a more unbreakable heart. We need to both let go and to hold on. The world isn’t good and human beings are terrible, but the world is also beautiful, and humans are an immutable part of that beauty. We are human and we are here. It’s up to us to make that count.
I sat on the nice new glasses I got in Cuba and pretty much irreversibly destroyed them. The lenses are scratched and chipped and the arms are all bent wildly askew. Then, being blind and rampaging the streets of an unfamiliar city, I fucked up hard trying to get home from running errands and got pretty profoundly lost. I ultimately figured shit out and returned hectic and hyperventilating. Dylan gazed at me gravely while I described my misadventure with melodramatic gestures and overemotional words. When I was done, Dylan said, “Christ. What would you do without me?” “Roll around naked in a ditch,” I replied, “until I starved and died.” “Hm,” said Dylan. “So would you though,” I added. Dylan seemed about fit to refute the remark, but then intelligently desisted. “I love everything about you,” he said instead, which were of course exactly the only correct words. Because long term relationships take work. The point is to relish the work. And when you relish the work, you’ll relish each other, and the love will burn true and continue.
Whang-od Oggay is a tattoo artist from Buscalan, Tinglayan, Kalinga, Philippines. She is the last practitioner of Mambabatok (traditional Kalinga tattoo) from the Butbut Kalinga Malay Peoples and at 100 years old is one of the oldest working tattooists. Her ink is composed of a mixture of charcoal and water that is tapped into the skin through a thorn end from a Calamansi or Pomelo tree. When naysayers challengingly ask what a tattooed person will look like when they grow old, Whang-od is living proof that the answer is fucking beautiful.
Meet MacGyver, a 4-year-old Argentine red tegu lizard from California, who may be the most popular lizard on Earth. This oversized adorable reptile has almost 200,000 followers on Instagram, 50,000 followers on YouTube and even has a LinkedIn page. Every day, thousands of people admire pictures and enjoy videos of MacGyver eating, going for walks, helping out with tasks, meeting new people, making friends, having baths, taking selfies, giving kisses and, most importantly, cuddling. MacGyver loves to cuddle.
Girl crush level: Fernanda Ly