Hey there, I'm Ali. I'm 19 years old. I love to write and read and draw and paint and listen to music much too loudly, as long as it gets me away from where I am.



Bottle caps have taken on an entirely different purpose and form in this  stunning work of art by Chicago-based multi-media artist Mary Ellen Croteau. In an attempt to find ways to repurpose the discarded material, Croteau constructed a mosaic self-portrait from 7,000 bottle caps.


I used to hate sleeping because it’s just like being unconscious for eight hours but now I love sleeping because it’s just like being unconscious for eight hours


French photojournalist Olivier Martel has travelled the world capturing images of women across the globe from all walks of life. Here are some of his pictures of women from around the African continent including Mozambique, Libya, Senegal and the Ivory Coast.

Click photos for captions.

AUGUST: Celebrating African Women


Gregg Segal

7 Days of Garbage

The United States has a trash problem. According to the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, the average American produces more than 4 pounds of garbage per day. That’s more than double the amount produced in 1960, and it’s50 percent more than the amount produced by Western Europeans. In January, photographer Gregg Segal decided to put some imagery to those numbers. His ongoing series, “7 Days of Garbage,” shows Californian friends, neighbors, and relative strangers lying in the trash they created in one week.

Some of Segal’s subjects volunteered to be a part of the project because they believed in the idea behind it. Others were compensated for participating. Generally, Segal strove to include people from a variety of socioeconomic backgrounds. And while the amount of garbage varies by person, there were some people who produced more garbage than they were willing to bring to the shoot. “Of course, there were some people who edited their stuff. I said, ‘Is this really it?’ I think they didn’t want to include really foul stuff so it was just packaging stuff without the foul garbage. Other people didn’t edit and there were some nasty things that made for a stronger image,” Segal said.


i don't feel like packing

1. Post a picture of you?

2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?

3. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?

5. Can you commit to one person?

6. How do you look right now?

7. What exactly are you wearing right now?

8. How often do you listen to music?

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2015?

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?

12. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

13. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

14. Can you drive a stick shift?

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?

16. Are you going out of town soon?

17. When was the last time you cried?

18. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

19. If you could change your eye color, would you?

20. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.

22. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?

23. Are you nice to everyone?

24. What are you sitting on right now?

25. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

28. Do you get a lot of colds?

29. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?

30. Does anyone hate you?

31. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

32. Do you like watching scary movies?

33. Are you a jealous person?

34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?

35. Did you have a dream last night?

36. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

40. Did you have a good day yesterday?

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?

42. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

43. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

44. What’s the best part about school?

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

48. Were you single over the last summer?

49. What are you supposed to be doing right now?

50. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?

You know alien boy’s love song?
You’ve probably heard it before.
It sounds like the way you fall in love
with the smell of your own sweat 
and the dull roar of your voice in the shower. 
It kind of reminds me of the tickling rim of warm bath water
around your knees and breasts when your tub just isn’t deep enough.
It starts with getting lottery tickets from your distant relatives for Christmas
and ends with wishing you could love a girl so you could 
write poetry about how beautiful she looks when she lays on her side. 
The middle sounds like ants crawling up your legs and dancing around the hem of your shorts
and the time you found yourself kissing the person that should be with your best friend 
and it crescendos when you found that you didn’t care anymore. 
It’s a sound similar to not being able to take your eyes off
the scene on the side of the road. 
It reminds me of your hairs being embedded in all of your paintings
and thinking about how they probably also still occupy the spaces in his sweaters
and how you hope this winter he’ll pull them out every once in awhile
and think of you. 
He thinks it sounds like how he used to think it was cute
that you left bits and pieces of yourself wherever you went.
Some nights I listen to it on repeat while laying in my tear-soaked bed
because it sounds like the deep inky waters of the midnight ocean,
but some some nights I put it on my party playlist
because it sounds like you and three near-strangers
running full force into that same ocean and feeling the salty waves crash between your naked thighs. 
I can’t believe you haven’t heard alien boy’s love song.
I’ll play it for you, 
if you’d like. 

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

 Benjamin Franklin (via feellng)

"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

Libby Anne (via newwavenova)

so. real.

(via runtheriot)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry)