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being very fat means that sometimes you will encounter a chair that is so spindly, so fragile, so delicate. sometimes you will encounter a chair that is made of matchsticks and dreams. and has a seat the size of an ipad. a chair that resembles a newly born deer taking its first shaky steps. being very fat means that sometimes a thin person will offer this chair to you as a seat and not even think about it. meanwhile you, the fat person, if you listen very closely and with an open heart, can actually hear the chair whimpering and coughing like a sick victorian child. a thin person will offer this chair to you, a very fat person, and you have to look at them. and then the chair. and then your hips. and back at them. and be like. let's be real. can we please be real for a second. can we please use our spatial awareness right now. like it's okay we are allowed to use our spatial awareness when it comes to my ass. it's all good.

nemfrog

Original illustrations of the mammalian eye by George Lindsay Johnson and Arthur William Head. 1901.

Lion (above), Sooty mangabey (middle), Garnets galago (bottom).

"Original watercolour illustrations for Johnson's papers on the comparative anatomy of the mammalian eye."

alexanderwales

I used the phrase "waiting on tenterhooks" and then thought "what the hell is a tenterhook".

It's these things! So when you're waiting on tenterhooks, you're stretched tight like a piece of cloth. Very evocative, now that I know what it means.

tuulikki

Also worth taking a look at what a harrow is:

Harrowing, right?

milkymosaic

Characters who choose death but are forced to live, my beloveds.

Characters who have to come to terms with a second chance at life they never asked for, my darlings.

Characters who move forward on the trembling legs of a newborn fawn through the overwhelming, blinding crush of an existence they fully forsook but which was thrust back upon their unwilling beings, my obsessions.

jauntylittlefrillyboy

I will always take the cat's side. "she's drooling on me" you're so lucky "he always wants to be petted" then pet him "he's mad I won't let him on my desk" make room on your desk for him. I am your cat's defense lawyer and the cat is always innocent on the grounds of them being A Little Kitty Cat.

paper-wounds

log6

I believe authors should be cryptic and unhelpful in the interpretation of their own work or even act like they’re dead and never comment on it ever

ostolero

shisasan

February the last, 1966 Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems

nemfrog

Menagerie. A method for creative design. 1927.

Internet Archive

redstonedust

its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.

awesome-chameleon

"there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's no point in killing you" and "there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's nothing that can save you" are two themes that can and should co-exist

sluttyquarantinetheory

The most horrifying thing about being a human is that no matter how intelligent you are or how much customer service training you have, nothing will stop you from being the idiot customer on occasion. At some point you won't read a sign or you'll misread a menu or ask the dumbest question a human has ever formed and there is nothing you can do to prevent this. It will happen. Accept it and continue on your way as one of today's dipshit customers.

what-even-is-thiss

The idea of a building you can only enter through teleportation or a magic portal scares me. Not just because teleportation kills you but because what happens if the power goes out or the resident wizard has a stroke or something like that has to be a fire hazard

what-even-is-thiss

There’s a surprising number of mundane places in fiction that can only be entered through some magical doorway or teleporter of some kind and I know it’s for the cool vibes but still you need some kind of emergency exit in there

neuronary

actually objectively hilarious to have a sudden "oh god there's a metadimensional incursion and we're trapped in the teleport-only building" alarm go off and this exhausted-looking security guard just goes "okay everybody follow me" and there's actually a door on the third basement floor that leads out to one of those little bunker entrance shacks and it's just like. in nevada. and then you have to sign an NDA.

marlovestrees

This post reminded me of an old short story by Isaac Asimov, called It’s Such a Beautiful Day. About a community built around teleporters and a boy who walks to school.

(It’s in a book on the Internet Archive, story starts on page 201.)

379 pages ; 18 cm

catholicapothecary

justalittlesolarpunk

This is the foundation of all hope btw. In the words of Tolkien, 'despair is for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.'

violentcherries

just so you know

2020

capocefalo

The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality. Or, I am saying, in other words, that we, the elders, are the only models children have. What we see in the children is what they have seen in us–or, more accurately perhaps, what they see in us.

- James Baldwin’s first piece for a national magazine, "Maxim Gorky as Artist," in The Nation (April 12, 1947)