If you’re always “putting yourself first” and “protecting your energy” there will be absolutely nothing interesting that happens in your life whatsoever. The only way you have a life that’s interesting to live is by getting caught up in stupid shit. You people are just scared of others contaminating your narcissistic sense of selfhood

ok im really curious do you guys have books you consider your "white whale"? as in books you keep telling yourself oh yeah i really want to read that, but you keep not reading it?

love reading late 90s/early 2000s scholarship on the potential of the internet. "hey we shouldn't let venture capitalists get in on this" And Then They Did

neolithic people were like these rocks need spirals. and they were right.

I can see right through you

一緒に・Together

"Asteroid," poem assembled from quotations from Wikipedia articles

Cypress trees and California coast look beautiful today.

sometimes the moral of the story really is just "you cannot go back and what happened to you is going to be with you for the rest of your life. but it's still going to be okay" huh

a sword of sunlight. it thrusts through the window at an angle, and leaves a golden stain on the floor. when you first encounter it, at age twelve coming home from a half-day at school, it does not harm you; but fifteen years on, when a certain quality of the light recalls that moment as vividly as if you were living it again, oh, then—then it cuts deeply.

I wish there were a universal, low-brainpower, nonverbal way to communicate to my friends that says "hey I'm thinking about you but I don't have anything to say, nor do I have the wherewithal for a conversation right now anyway" via text message but I'm so so so upset that the original Facebook messenger Poke feature was the closest to anyone getting the right idea

not to be the guy who stops and admires the flowers but when I go outside. they do draw me in fr fr

making the most benign moments the signposts by which i'll live my life. keep going till i see a toddler running through the supermarket. keep going until i catch dew on the grass. keep going until the cherry blossoms start heaping all over the cars parked by the verge. keep going until i see a robin by the train tracks. keep going until i get a warm apple crumble. keep going till i get to admire the cashier's eye makeup. keep going till the bus driver says "thanks, lovey". keep going till i hear rain in the morning. keep going till i peel a perfect boiled egg. keep going till i press a warm mug of tea to my cheek........keep going until until until until until until

god is something you butcher.