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States should lower the definition of drunk driving to a blood-alcohol reading of no more than .05 percent, the National Transportation Safety Board’s staff recommended, saying the U.S. is too tolerant of impairment behind the wheel.
The safety board at a meeting today said the U.S. is behind other countries, including most of Europe, in having a threshold for drunk driving of .08 in all 50 U.S. states.
— U.S. Safety Board Recommends .05 Drunk-Driving Limit - Bloomberg
Graphic: Alex Tribou / Bloomberg Visual Data

Because this is going to stop people

npr:

States should lower the definition of drunk driving to a blood-alcohol reading of no more than .05 percent, the National Transportation Safety Board’s staff recommended, saying the U.S. is too tolerant of impairment behind the wheel.

The safety board at a meeting today said the U.S. is behind other countries, including most of Europe, in having a threshold for drunk driving of .08 in all 50 U.S. states.

U.S. Safety Board Recommends .05 Drunk-Driving Limit - Bloomberg

Graphic: Alex Tribou / Bloomberg Visual Data

Because this is going to stop people

theparisreview:

“After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something deep inside you ruined, slammed in a place that sickens at slamming, and slowly you fill up with an overwhelming sadness, an elusive gaping worry. You don’t try to explain it, filled with the knowledge that it’s nothing after all, everything filling up finally and absolutely with death. After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you … you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to—to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart.”
—Susan Minot, from “Lust”Art Credit Sandra Gamarra

theparisreview:

“After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something deep inside you ruined, slammed in a place that sickens at slamming, and slowly you fill up with an overwhelming sadness, an elusive gaping worry. You don’t try to explain it, filled with the knowledge that it’s nothing after all, everything filling up finally and absolutely with death. After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you … you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to—to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart.”

Susan Minot, from “Lust”
Art Credit Sandra Gamarra

flavorpill:

A Selection of Great Smiths and Morrissey Covers by Female Artists

Everyday is a Smiths day, but “Hand In Glove” released 30 years ago today.

Before Someone Loves You, You Must Love Yourself | Thought Catalog

This is my life

This #tea seems to have lots of #love in it. #teavana

This #tea seems to have lots of #love in it. #teavana

urbanoutfitters:

Summer Home Lookbook: Bed Karma

urbanoutfitters:

Summer Home Lookbook: Bed Karma

Batman apparently wanted to see the show at STC or the Caps play #batman #cars #awesome (at Shakespeare Theatre Company - Harman Hall)

Batman apparently wanted to see the show at STC or the Caps play #batman #cars #awesome (at Shakespeare Theatre Company - Harman Hall)

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Gpoy

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This Monday morning brought to you by.. 

Gpoy

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When I saw her, that was it, I said that’s the girl I’m gonna marry. Well it was a hard struggle to convince her. I kept Gena under constant scrutiny. I was enormously jealous, filled with suspicions about other men, and with the terror that those suspicions might be correct. She wouldn’t put up with that and finally I relaxed. In the beginning of our marriage, I made a bargain. Gena would fight me to the bitter end, and I would fight her to the bitter end. The bargain never has been broken. Together we live a magnificent, unassembled, emotional, and undisciplined life. I can’t think of anyone with whom I would rather argue or love than my wife. We fight, argue, kill each other off every single day, Gena and me. But thats only surface, cause we both have the understanding that when we don’t do that, its all over.

- John Cassavetes (via bbook)

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I absolutely loved this piece #art #nationalgallery  (at National Gallery of Art)

I absolutely loved this piece #art #nationalgallery (at National Gallery of Art)