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here, in his hands, is lispenard street
Oranges
by Jean Little
I peel oranges neatly. The sections come apart cleanly, perfectly in my hands.
When Emily peels an orange, she tears holes in it. Juice squirts in all directions.
“Kate,” she says, “I don’t know how you do it!”
Emily is my best friend. I hope she never learns how to peel oranges.
Every moment, every breath, contains a choice. But life is imperfect. We make the wrong choices. So we end up living in a state of perpetual regret, and is there anything worse?
— Blake Crouch (Dark Matter)
A cat in the lap is worth
the world
The universe
how are you capable of moving in my stopped time
bohemian
noun [C]
a person who is interested in art, music, and/or literature, and lives in a very informal way, ignoring the usually accepted ways of behaving.
boys in books are just better
getting into the shower: evil evil evil
being in the shower: there is no past and there is no future, there is just the here and now, i am alone but i am not lonely, i am calm and one with the universe, existence is sublime
getting out of the shower: evil evil evil (wet version)
Franz Kafka // F. Scott Fitzgerald
the existence of tumblr tags as the sotto voce of internet communication is one of the most brilliant website features ever. and it’s funny because it’s accidental
the ability to comment and yet add nothing to the body of the post. the implication that whatever you’re saying is secondary to the post itself yet something visible and tangible in your particular reblog of it. like a commentary but not as self important. it’s literally like an introvert’s alternative to commenting on things. you are but you’re not. you won’t annoy op. it’s so lowkey no one even has to read it even if they follow u. perfection
I mean i quite like my brain, i’m really very fond of it i just think it’s a design failure that i can’t pop it out of the ole skull basket every night and plug it in to recharge. travesty really
we share one collective braincell and that braincell desires a bath apparently
This is brainwashing propaganda
protestants: god is not an absent father! talk to god like a friend! god is always with you! bring your problems to god, no matter how small! it’s not at all weird to call god “daddy!”
catholics: god is far too important to give a fuck about your lost keys or your algebra exam. please address your petty concerns to one of god’s ten thousand holy secretaries. if it’s really important, consider asking his mom.
catholics can’t get in touch with god because he’s always on the phone with a protestant
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what are these “shower thoughts” everybody’s talking about, i dont think about anything in the shower, my mind is completely blank as i douse my body in scalding hot water and stare at a wall
what's the use of having a partner if they don't want to mingle your ashes with theirs