23 4 / 2014

"For me, friendship has always been the most accessible of relationships — certainly far more so than romantic love. Friendship, I learned, provided a buffer in the interplay of emotions, a distance that made the risk of intimacy bearable, a space that allowed the other person to remain safely another person."

Andrew Sullivan

23 4 / 2014

unimpressedcats:

this could be an editorial 

(Source: cybergata, via hotsweetbutts)

22 4 / 2014

tastygravy:

everyone please watch this video this is humanity in it’s purest form

(via afternoonwakeupcall)

21 4 / 2014

"What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild Iris blooms
by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?"

21 4 / 2014

"I had trouble graduating from Berkeley, not because of this inability to deal with ideas — I was majoring in English, and I could locate the house-and-garden imagery in The Portrait of a Lady as well as the next person, “imagery” being by definition the kind of specific that got my attention – but simply because I had neglected to take a course in Milton. I did this. For reasons which now sound baroque I needed a degree by the end of that summer, and the English department finally agreed, if I would come down from Sacramento every Friday and talk about the cosmology of Paradise Lost, to certify me proficient in Milton. I did this. Some Fridays I took the Greyhound bus, other Fridays I caught the Southern Pacific’s City of San Francisco on the last leg of its transcontinental trip. I can no longer tell you whether Milton put the sun or the earth at the center of his universe in Paradise Lost, the central question of at least one century and a topic about which I wrote 10,000 words that summer, but I can still recall the exact rancidity of the butter in the City of San Francisco’s dining car, and the way the tinted windows on the Greyhound bus cast the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits into a grayed and obscure sinister light. In short my attention was always on the periphery, on what I could see and taste and touch, on the butter, and the Greyhound bus. During those years I was traveling on what I knew to be a very shaky passport, forged paper: I knew that I was no legitimate resident in any world of ideas. I knew I couldn’t think. All I knew then was what I couldn’t do. All I knew then was what I wasn’t, and it took me some years to discover what I was.

Which was a writer.

By which I mean not a “good” writer or a “bad” writer but simply a writer, a person whose most absorbed and passionate hours are spent arranging words on pieces of paper. Had my credentials been in order I would never have become a writer. Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Why did the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits seem sinister to me in the summer of 1956? Why have the night lights in the bevatron burned in my mind for twenty years? What is going on in these pictures in my mind"

"Why I Write," Joan Didion (via commovente)

(via fractallogic)

21 4 / 2014

vmites:

….tea rexes. Hahaha? Get it? Tea. Ha. I’m going to sleep.

vmites:

….tea rexes. Hahaha? Get it? Tea. Ha. I’m going to sleep.

(via thedebonairgentlequeer)

21 4 / 2014


"I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance."
Vincent van Gogh

"I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance."

Vincent van Gogh

(Source: man-of-prose, via sloth-clan)

21 4 / 2014

21 4 / 2014

devon-aiden:

looseferrets:

Sabrina the Teenage Witch is an expert at counter-spells. 

x

I am legit crying right now

(via awkqueered)

20 4 / 2014

"Stand and face me, my love,
and scatter the grace that’s in your eyes."

Sappho, excerpt of To a Handsome Man (via petrichour)

(Source: camilla-macauley, via occamsscissors)