For in the last few days he had quite changed his feelings about Clarice. Or...– The Hireling, L. P. Hartley
I am a body. I eat chocolate.
This week, I am in the mood for simple materialism. Any wrinkle in wellbeing or thought I attempt to smooth physically, reducing all queries to ones of either “too much” or “not enough”. Do I feel this way because I’ve had too much caffeine? Am I reacting this way because I have not had enough sleep? For now, life is easier viewed as a matter of correctly balancing...
Ah, winter. The season of doing as much as possible from bed.
To convince ourselves of the amazing variety of noises, it is enough to think of...– Luigi Russolo, The Art of Noises (1913)
Because I am now an adult, I am allowed to make irresponsible decisions such as painting my nails for the first time in several years, minutes before I am meant to leave the house for an appointment. Because I am now an adult, I am running round the backyard, flailing my fingers at the sun to encourage this shoddy workmanship to dry so I can put some pants on.
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tesslynch: Reggie was in the grocery store when he saw a woman in cut-off jean shorts that did not conceal her lumpy bottom. He took a photo on his phone and posted it on Facebook. He wrote a caption that said, “Skankaaaay!” The next day, Reggie was back at the grocery store because he drank all of his milk…
Why do programmers hate us?
There are two programs I am beginning to use on a regular basis, and the shortcut for Zoom in one of them is the shortcut for Delete in the other.
One of the benefits of the rigorously monitored diet I’ve adopted these days is surety: I pay attention to what I eat and in return am awarded with the absence of side effects, or at least the absence of unexpected effects. I don’t wholly avoid substances that are purportedly bad for me. Far from it. But I have an idea of what certain substances will do to me (coffee does x, alcohol...
I am thinking of a certain September: Wood pigeon Red Admiral Yellow Harvest...– Written on the Body - Jeanette Winterson
‘I lost my boy,’ he told her accusingly. He had never addressed her...– Fly Away Peter – David Malouf
It seems as if every decision I’ve made lately has turned out to be the wrong one, or the worst possible one in situations where I have been presented with more than two options. I’ve tried every method I know: quick decisions based on intuition (which we all know is really a cover up produced by our consciousness for something as trivial as what sort of shoes the person we were just...
The apartment was a practical shape: all right-angled and proportionate, to maximise space. Most apartments are built this way, but this apartment called your attention to it particularly, and I still cannot decide if this was a good or bad thing. Was I aware of its dimensions because it was a fine example of space division, or because it was an ugly example of space division, in the way a bad...
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faganchelsea: “this feeling wells up inside of you where you’re so incredibly warm and glad to be with them that you just want to punch them in the face out of sheer zest for life”
Doing and Understanding. A biological observation that is also connected to the...– Gerald M. Edelman & Giulio Tononi, Consciousness: How Matter Becomes Imagination
How tired I am of stories, how tired I am of phrases that come down beautifully...– Virginia Woolf, excerpt from The Waves (via apoetreflects)
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has...– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via naisae)
The system had its origins in a ride she’d taken with Lorelai, Noellyn, and Faun on the Earl’s Court Wheel, centuries ago in her girlhood. “Thirty-seven numbers on the wheel,” she instructed him. “The zero belongs to the house. Of the other thirty-six, twelve—if you include one and two—are primes. Going clockwise, taking three numbers at a time, in each...
If there is an inevitability to arrival by water, he reflected, as we watch the...– Against The Day, Thomas Pynchon
In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of...– Gabrielle Roth (via coketalk)
I can smell the ocean in my hair.
It must infuriate my mother that I can walk into a room with five tables and other surfaces besides and proceed to put my cup of tea on the floor.
I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via lazyteen)
That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut...– Paulo Coehlo (via wordsthat-speak)