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Houses - Big Light

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Big Light | Houses

But there was nothing to save
In the flux and decay
Of the changing winds

theheirsofdurin:

Flee. Flee! Run for your lives. There is nowhere to hide.

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dynamicafrica:

The shortlist for the 2014 Caine Prize for African Writing has been announced.

Yesterday, Nigerian Nobel Laureate Wole Soyinka, the first African to be awarded this title, announced the shortlist for this year’s Caine Prize for African Writing during the opening ceremony of UNESCO's Port Harcourt World Book Capital festival in Nigeria.

The winner of the prestigious and highly coveted award with a £10,000 prize will be announced at the Bodleian Library, Oxford, on Monday 14 July.

To commemorate fifteen years of the Caine Prize this year, £500 will be awarded to each shortlisted writer.

Kenya leads the pack this year with two out of five shortlisted authors. Last year’s award was won by Nigerian-American writer Tope Folarin, and in 2012 it was won by fellow Nigerian Rotimi Babatunde. Previous winners also include Zimbabwe’s NoViolet Bulawayo (2011) and Kenya’s Binyavanga Wainaina (2002).

Here are this year’s nominees:

Phosphorescence by Diane Awerbuck (South Africa), published in Cabin Fever (Umuzi, Cape Town, 2011)

Chicken by Efemia Chela (Ghana/Zambia), published in Feast, Famine and Potluck (Short Story Day Africa, South Africa, 2013)

The Intervention by Tendai Huchu (Zimbabwe), published in Open Road Review, issue 7 (New Delhi, 2013)

The Gorilla’s Apprentice by Billy Kahora (Kenya), published in Granta (London, 2010)

My Father’s Head by Okwiri Oduor (Kenya), published in Feast, Famine and Potluck (Short Story Day Africa, South Africa, 2013).

Read a short biography of the five shortlisted writers here.

Going to take the time to congratulate a girl I went to high school with who’s a fantastic writer and all-round hilarious and witty person - congrats Efemia! Your struggles are all worth it and now you’ll probably have your own Wikipedia page.

Buffy Summers + you didn’t even try at all

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“Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.”

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Catullus 85 

"I hate and I love. Why do I do this, perhaps you ask? / I do not know, but I feel that it is done to me and I am crucified." 

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nothing says hope quite like flowers growing through the cracks in concrete

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“Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.”

—   Kiera Cass (via maxonshreaves)

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itsacrimescene:

"It was tough, you know […] but we had each other, and that is how you got through."

myrandaroyces:

when we talk about women in refrigerators it’s not always something super literal

i don’t imagine in writers room across the globe they’re all sitting there like “well we’re out of ideas let’s fridge another one” (but maybe they do i have no idea)

but what’s happening consciously or unconsciously writers are deciding that women are more valuable dead then alive. this goes way back. this is poe saying there’s nothing more poetic than the death of a beautiful woman. this is a dozen pre raphaelite paintings of ophelia drowning because they found her suffering erotic. this is the first reaction to laura palmer’s body being found being, “she was so beautiful.”

fuck this. fuck this.

i’m sick of writers getting passes. fuck this. our strong women are taken from us. we don’t get survivors. we don’t get triumph. women get chopped into artistic little pieces for the male heroes to choke own because we’re more valuable this way. because this way you don’t have to worry about our hopes and fears and opinions because we’re dead and dead women tell no tales. they can’t speak out against injustice because men took their tongues. and they think it’s beautiful. death, the ultimate passivity, the ultimate waiting room, is the most beautiful thing of all. there’s nothing more poetic than the death of a beautiful woman.

women matter. they matter when they are living. not listening to women while they’re still breathing is a failure and should not be regarded as anything else. it is a failure with very serious effects

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Six favourite moments → Angel and Wesley

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