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“The Favorite” by Omar Rayyan
Favorite what? Demon?!
Loving the fact that whatever it is is wearing a matching flower.
18th century Lilo and Stitch
so i looked up some of this guys other stuff and I
uh
what the fuck
sexy parrot girls yeah ok
oh look the demon has little babies
HOLY WOW IT GOT EVEN BETTER.
…Goodness.
Dearie me, what is this that just popped up on my dash.
What is that orange dragon doing? Yoga or ballet? 😱
his best!
I went to his website and he has a photo of himself:
I love??? so much???
The orange dragon thing is obviously having a spa day, damn.
We all deserve a little pampering.
@zombeesknees
I want a print of spa day dragon
Famous authors, their writings and their rejection letters.
Sylvia Plath: There certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice.
Rudyard Kipling: I’m sorry Mr. Kipling, but you just don’t know how to use the English language.
Emily Dickinson: [Your poems] are quite as remarkable for defects as for beauties and are generally devoid of true poetical qualities.
Ernest Hemingway (on The Torrents of Spring): It would be extremely rotten taste, to say nothing of being horribly cruel, should we want to publish it.
Dr. Seuss: Too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant its selling.
The Diary of Anne Frank: The girl doesn’t, it seems to me, have a special perception or feeling which would lift that book above the ‘curiosity’ level.
Richard Bach (on Jonathan Livingston Seagull): will never make it as a paperback. (Over 7.25 million copies sold)
H.G. Wells (on The War of the Worlds): An endless nightmare. I do not believe it would “take”…I think the verdict would be ‘Oh don’t read that horrid book’. And (on The Time Machine): It is not interesting enough for the general reader and not thorough enough for the scientific reader.
Edgar Allan Poe: Readers in this country have a decided and strong preference for works in which a single and connected story occupies the entire volume.
Herman Melville (on Moby Dick): We regret to say that our united opinion is entirely against the book as we do not think it would be at all suitable for the Juvenile Market in [England]. It is very long, rather old-fashioned…
Jack London: [Your book is] forbidding and depressing.
William Faulkner: If the book had a plot and structure, we might suggest shortening and revisions, but it is so diffuse that I don’t think this would be of any use. My chief objection is that you don’t have any story to tell. And two years later: Good God, I can’t publish this!
Stephen King (on Carrie): We are not interested in science fiction which deals with negative utopias. They do not sell.
Joseph Heller (on Catch–22): I haven’t really the foggiest idea about what the man is trying to say… Apparently the author intends it to be funny – possibly even satire – but it is really not funny on any intellectual level … From your long publishing experience you will know that it is less disastrous to turn down a work of genius than to turn down talented mediocrities.
George Orwell (on Animal Farm): It is impossible to sell animal stories in the USA.
Oscar Wilde (on Lady Windermere’s Fan): My dear sir, I have read your manuscript. Oh, my dear sir.
Vladimir Nabokov (on Lolita): … overwhelmingly nauseating, even to an enlightened Freudian … the whole thing is an unsure cross between hideous reality and improbable fantasy. It often becomes a wild neurotic daydream … I recommend that it be buried under a stone for a thousand years.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit was turned down so many times, Beatrix Potter initially self-published it.
Lust for Life by Irving Stone was rejected 16 times, but found a publisher and went on to sell about 25 million copies.
John Grisham’s first novel was rejected 25 times.
Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen (Chicken Soup for the Soul) received 134 rejections.
Robert Pirsig (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance) received 121 rejections.
Gertrude Stein spent 22 years submitting before getting a single poem accepted.
Judy Blume, beloved by children everywhere, received rejections for two straight years.
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle received 26 rejections.
Frank Herbert’s Dune was rejected 20 times.
Carrie by Stephen King received 30 rejections.
The Diary of Anne Frank received 16 rejections.
Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rolling was rejected 12 times.
Dr. Seuss received 27 rejection letters
Hoping
Solo i battiti uniti del sesso e del cuore uniti possono creare l’ estasi
A. Nin (@astormina-teacup )
Eliseo: Nonno, cos'è che ti consuma?
Fernando: Nulla, Eliseo, nulla.
Eliseo: So che le tue parole mi suoneranno oscure, ma un giorno capirò. Me l'hai detto tante volte.
Fernando: Ciò che mi consuma è la mia stoltezza… Ancora una volta la felicità ha battuto invano alla mia porta.
Eliseo: E tu non hai aperto?
Fernando: Sono stato sordo. E ora languo
Pane e Tulipani (1999)
Solo i battiti uniti del sesso e del cuore uniti possono creare l' estasi
A. Nin (@astormina-teacup )
Esiste una distanza nella presenza e una presenza nella distanza
Libro universitario
Eliseo: Nonno, cos'è che ti consuma?
Fernando: Nulla, Eliseo, nulla.
Eliseo: So che le tue parole mi suoneranno oscure, ma un giorno capirò. Me l'hai detto tante volte.
Fernando: Ciò che mi consuma è la mia stoltezza... Ancora una volta la felicità ha battuto invano alla mia porta.
Eliseo: E tu non hai aperto?
Fernando: Sono stato sordo. E ora languo
Pane e Tulipani (1999)
Sbalordito il Diavolo rimase, quando comprese quanto osceno fosse il bene e vide la virtù nello splendore delle sue forme sinuose
John Milton (@astormina-teacup )
Sento il profumo della primavera
Mi vieni in mente e
Piango
Bea (@astormina-teacup)
Ultimamente quando penso all'amore mi viene in mente una scena ben precisa: mio nonno che sbuccia la frutta a mia nonna. Lo so, può sembrare un gesto stupido, un gesto qualunque ma non lo è. Non lo è perchè mia nonna odiava mangiare la frutta,non le piaceva o forse non le interessava proprio (in questo devo dire che ho preso da lei), quindi mio nonno alla fine di ogni pasto, dopo essersi sistemato meglio sulla sedia,la guardava con aria furba e le chiedeva “Cosa vuoi di frutta Amore?” e la risposta che non tardava mai ad arrivare era sempre la stessa “Non mi va nulla”. Allora mio nonno si avvicinava alla fruttiera e prendeva la frutta che preferiva quel giorno, si rimetteva a sedere e cominciava a sbucciarla e a darla con nochalance a mia nonna che la mangiava sorridendo; tutto questo è avvenuto ogni giorno per 63 anni, ad ogni pasto. Ad oggi, dopo un anno che lei non c'è più a fine pasto mio nonno guarda me e la domanda però stavolta me la fa con gli occhi un po’ malinconici: “Cosa vuoi di frutta amore?” io lo guardo e rispondo “Non mi va nulla, nonno” allora lui si alza, va verso la fruttiera e prende la frutta del giorno, si rimette a sedere, la sbuccia e me la passa.
La gente è il più grande spettacolo del mondo, e non si paga il biglietto
Charles Bukowski (@astormina-teacup)
Vi prego guardatelo, guardatelo e riflettete
La gente è il più grande spettacolo del mondo, e non si paga il biglietto
Charles Bukowski (@astormina-teacup)
Ogni tanto vorrei che il mio cervello smettesse di lavorare come un pazzo, anche solo per un ora