I find this incredibly sexy.
I find this incredibly sexy.

I find this incredibly sexy.

(via theanimalblog)

(Source: enjoyourmind)

questionabledreams:

Sea otters hold hands when they sleep, so they don’t drift away from each other.
questionabledreams:

Sea otters hold hands when they sleep, so they don’t drift away from each other.

questionabledreams:

Sea otters hold hands when they sleep, so they don’t drift away from each other.

    Interesting thing, these fellows never seem to get the idea of perspective-‘
The Bursar thought, or received the thought: that’s because perspective is a lie. If I know a pond is round then why should I draw it oval? I will draw it round because round is true. Why should my brush lie to you just because my eye lies to me?
Terry Pratchett (The Last Continent)
    Lovers’ reading of each other’s bodies (of that concentrate of mind and body which lovers use to go to bed together) differs from the reading of written pages in that it is not linear. It starts at any point, skips, repeat itself, goes backward, insists, ramifies in simultaneous and divergent messages, converges again, has moments of irritation, turns the page, finds its place, gets lost. A direction can be recognized in it, a route to an end, since it tends toward a climax, and with this end in view it arranges rhythmic phases, metrical scansions, recurrence of motives. But is the climax really the end? Or is the race toward that end opposed by another drive which works in the opposite direction, swimming against moments, recovering time?
Italo Calvino (If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler)
    What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboard down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don’t really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn’t have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.
Jonathan Safran Foer
    SADNESS OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds, Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness…
Fuck you very much.
Fuck you very much.

Fuck you very much.

purple-diary:

The glamourous editor of Richardson magazine, my friend Andrew Richardson, at his loft on Forsygh street, New York. Photo Olivier Zahm
purple-diary:

The glamourous editor of Richardson magazine, my friend Andrew Richardson, at his loft on Forsygh street, New York. Photo Olivier Zahm

purple-diary:

The glamourous editor of Richardson magazine, my friend Andrew Richardson, at his loft on Forsygh street, New York. Photo Olivier Zahm

    The major problem — one of the major problems, for there are several — one of the many major problems with governing people is that of whom you get to do it; or rather of who manages to get people to let them do it to them.
To summarize: it is a well known fact that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.