words, like weeds

New Yorker
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This is what the world looks like in 2014.

caskett-copop83:

This is like the cutest thing ever. It’s from the gif-set I reblogged.

Taking its first steps, and after successfully doing so, the chick goes “Yay!”

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It’s so freaking cute.

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I like that library books have secret lives. All those hands that have held them. All those eyes that have read them.

― Neela Vaswani, “Same Sun Here” (via leftinalibrarybook)

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Yesterday my friend and I made the day-drunk decision for me to join OKCupid, and so far it has been a hilarious experience.

I joined last night, and so far I’ve had conversations with 24 fellow OKCers that have ranged from being offered music suggestions (thanks!) to asking what I know about Orientalism (not a lot, but aren’t you impressed I’d heard of it at all?). My favorite character so far is the guy who called my suggestion of talking a little before meeting too “You’ve Got Mail-esque.” I’m just a little anxious about meeting a complete stranger in a city of 8+ million, but oh well.

Some of the finer points of OKC etiquette are foreign to me at this point, and I have so many questions…

1) If I’m not interested, is it ruder for me to ignore you completely or to engage in conversation that’s not going to go anywhere? (Either way I feel like a jerk)
2) Are men on this website required to show proof of facial hair before signing up?
3) Does anyone actually pay to join the A-List?
4) How do I meet my 100% enemy?

Overall, I’m pleasantly shocked by how polite and non-skeezy people have been, and by the fact that I have not had to initiate contact with a single person (though I’ll definitely start doing that)

I have my first OKCupid date on Saturday with a Brazilian man who has a Ph.D in an unknown subject, and another next week with a massive rugby player who’s trying to “break into the VoiceOver world.” I may start a new blog to catalog my OKC adventures.

It’s all more out of curiosity than actual interest in dating, but hey - it can’t hurt to try, right?

dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 

It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

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if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands

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I will never not reblog this

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(Source: anachronica, via pussyrebellion)

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

—Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad (via hellanne)