until they find a better wine

WTH ElizabethArchive

http://www.gq.com/news-politics/newsmakers/201409/the-last-true-hermit?currentPage=3

"What I miss most," he eventually continued, "is somewhere between quiet and solitude. What I miss most is stillness." He said he’d watched for years as a shelf mushroom grew on the trunk of a Douglas fir in his camp. I’d noticed the mushroom when I visited—it was enormous—and he asked me with evident concern if anyone had knocked it down. I assured him it was still there. In the height of summer, he said, he’d sometimes sneak down to the lake at night. "I’d stretch out in the water, float on my back, and look at the stars."

http://www.gq.com/news-politics/newsmakers/201409/the-last-true-hermit?currentPage=3

there must have been some grand insight revealed to him in the wild.
He returned to silence. Whether he was thinking or fuming or both, I couldn’t tell. Though he did arrive at an answer. I felt like some great mystic was about to reveal the Meaning of Life.
“Get enough sleep.”
He set his jaw in a way that conveyed he wouldn’t be saying more. This is what he’d learned. I accepted it as truth.

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"But you must have thought about things," I said. "About your life, about the human condition."
Chris became surprisingly introspective. “I did examine myself,” he said. “Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.”

thecarefree-art:

procrastination = hijabi babe power
Also available on my Society6 !

thecarefree-art:

procrastination = hijabi babe power

Also available on my Society6 !

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but maybe that’s the point.

Sometimes I Write 200-word Rants about Things

And Then I Realize It’s About Me, I Do That

#andthisiswhyyoushouldneverwriteanything

#itsterrifying

Problem: people who make personal attacks “in response” to general critique … because they don’t understand that there exists any sort of negative response other than personal attack. That’s all they see, that’s all they understand, that’s all they are capable of.

And that’s really hard to move past, especially when most tactics for basic awareness involve pointing out errors, which to the grackles (yup I just named them) looks like an attack.
So you waste a lot of time skirting around, trying not to set off a round of “I know you are, but what am I”, trying not to sound accusatory, doing your best to help them understand FROM THEIR TINY PEA BRAINS OF INSECURE POUTY BABY MUSH— *STOP! Get it under control, okay? Okay. sorry, where was I…*
Doing your best to help them understand that
1. You aren’t attacking them.
2. No one is actually attacking them (usually).
3. They should stop attacking people.

Doing your best to help them understand —- when it’s not your job, they are adults who shouldn’t have to be spoon fed.
But helping people is part of being a good person, and some of the people you care about are grackles. They may always be grackles. But maybe some of them will learn English, and then you can have actual conversations with them. Here’s to Hope.

radhomo:

my new favorite color

radhomo:

my new favorite color

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uusui:

c0rnmuffins:

uusui:

emma-relille-tunger:

uusui:

iceland is scary

are those giant marshmallows

we icelandic people harvest marshmallows, its the only thing that keeps us alive and healthy, every full moon the icelandic marshmallow god demands tons of giant marshmallows to be made in his honor, later these marshmallows gained its own consciousness and has been roaming around icelandic farms since then, so whenever you drive around iceland you will see these mysterious giant marshmallows in their natural habitat

Seriously though what the fuck are those

we icelandic people harvest marshmallows, its the only thing that keeps us alive and healthy, every full moon the icelandic marshmallow god demands tons of giant marshmallows to be made in his honor, later these marshmallows gained its own consciousness and has been roaming around icelandic farms since then, so whenever you drive around iceland you will see these mysterious giant marshmallows in their natural habitat

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aos-skimmons:

that-big-gay-impala:

THE SARCASM IN THIS POST IN LETHAL

woman mothers.

aos-skimmons:

that-big-gay-impala:

THE SARCASM IN THIS POST IN LETHAL

woman mothers.

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timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article: Aubrey Plaza Is Not Mocking You

timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article: Aubrey Plaza Is Not Mocking You

idontgiveahex:

i had a really good joke but autocorrect ruined the lunchtime

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beyoncebeytwice:

i love how no matter how badly you fuck up benadryl cumquat’s name everyone on here still knows who ur talking about

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bunbunxp:

rainbowshooterunicornsummoner:

"Honey have you… tried not being a magical girl?"

Thats actually a really pretty outfit. … I would wear that

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-everdeen:

two lovers

forbidden from one another

a war divides their people

and a mountain divides them apart

build a path to be together

yeah i forget the next couple lines but then it goes

SECRET TUNNEL

SECRET TUNNEL

THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS

SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL

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