old grey hamster


History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always - eventually - manages to spring back into its old familiar shape. History has a habit of changing the people who think they are changing it. History always has a few tricks up its frayed sleeve. It’s been around a long time.

- Mort, Terry Pratchett. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)

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To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.

- Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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Mary Oliver, “In Blackwater Woods”


Mary Oliver, “In Blackwater Woods”


More shirt porn. Thanks Lana.

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She’s mad but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.

- Charles Bukowski, “An Almost Made Up Poem” (via petrichour)

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millions of real existing people fall in love with straight men. what the fuck

im still thinking about this. they dont just befriend and hang out with straight men, they get emotional about them. they think ‘this person is the best thing that ever happened to me’. i think there was a time when this phenomenon made sense to me but now it does not.


// swagger


I would like to thank God and also Jesus for whoever made that shirt.

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