Shauna Niequist, Cold Tangerines
i just want a boy to like me
no not that one
The world is so big, so complicated, so replete with marvels and surprises that it takes years for most people to begin to notice that it is, also, irretrievably broken. We call this period of research “childhood.”
There follows a program of renewed inquiry, often involuntary, into the nature and effects of mortality, entropy, heartbreak, violence, failure, cowardice, duplicity, cruelty, and grief; the researcher learns their histories, and their bitter lessons, by heart. Along the way, he or she discovers that the world has been broken for as long as anyone can remember, and struggles to reconcile this fact with the ache of cosmic nostalgia that arises, from time to time, in the researcher’s heart: an intimation of vanished glory, of lost wholeness, a memory of the world unbroken. We call the moment at which this ache first arises “adolescence.” The feeling haunts people all their lives.
“You fight like a girl.”
Reblogging because I’m sure the comic readers out there could add some more.
i can’t hear you
over the sound
of me crushing my enemies
so here you go
Star Wars Travel Posters by Steve Thomas
This is how I’d play chess
I HAVE NEVER LOVED A VIDEO SO DEARLY
Alain De Botton, Status Anxiety
Not anymore, but once, perhaps.
Stephen Colbert reacts to Jeremy Iron’s argument against gay marriage.
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