Por Una Campaña De Lectura Con La Imagen De Marilyn Monroe.

Ay, Gatsby <3

“Great Gatsby” by ~Vzlashiryu (Andrew Hernandez)

the influence that Rory Gilmore has had on my life cannot be measured.

¿Qué estás leyendo actualmente?

Por mi parte, releo Grandes esperanzas, de Charles Dickens. También soy fan de la adaptación que hizo Alfonso Cuarón. ¿Han visto la película o leído el libro? ¿O qué están leyendo?

When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you give him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then head-butt her. When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red. When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen. When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time. When the skinhead girls jump you in the bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red. When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands. When your father locks the door, break the window. When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife. When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red. When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know. When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true. When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late. When he refuses to stay the night because you lived in Jersey City, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him. When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him. Do not regret this. Do not turn red. When your mother hits you, do not strike back.

Jeanann Verlee, Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair (via sairugh)

When your mother hits you do not strike back.

¡No se debe mirar así a nadie! 

Amazing!

Rooftops - Aspects of Prague (by rnoltenius)

My next home.

(via bs_190612_01 » CONTEMPORIST)

La literatura es una fuerza en el mundo y no me imagino la vida sin literatura. La vida sin arte es inimaginable, pero como todos saben, cada vez hay menos lectores. Cada vez la literatura tiene que competir con otras formas de ocio. Esto nunca me ha preocupado, porque los libros tienen algo que no tiene la música u otras formas de arte: los libros se leen individualmente. Aunque haya un lector o haya un millón, siempre hay un lector y un libro. Es una relación uno a uno, autor y lector colaborando juntos. Y en cierto sentido, es el único lugar del mundo donde dos extraños pueden conocerse y reunirse en términos de igualdad. La gente habla de la muerte de la literatura, pero yo creo que no se va a producir.

Paul Auster (via vulgarcita)

Do you have any idea what you really are?

Ah, ya que la estrenen! Me urge y desespera ver a Andrew Garfield por dos horas seguidas. 

Eres hermoso. Que nadie te haga pensar lo contrario.