Flying is actually the safest mode of transportation.
The second safest is dreaming.
The third safest is decomposing into rich earth and drifting away with the wind and rain.
Tintern Abbey, Wales
photo via marienne
“As readers, we remain in the nursery stage so long as we cannot distinguish between taste and judgment, so long, that is, as the only possible verdicts we can pass on a book are two: this I like; this I don’t like. For an adult reader, the possible verdicts are five: I can see this is good and I like it; I can see this is good but I don’t like it; I can see this is good and, though at present I don’t like it, I believe that with perseverance I shall come to like it; I can see that this is trash but I like it; I can see that this is trash and I don’t like it.”
— W.H. Auden
(via chamerionwrites)“I can see that this is trash but I like it” constant mood
There’s a sixth, which I have had a few times: “I recognize that I dislike this too intensely to judge whether or not it is good.” (
… and come to think of it, I’ve definitely also had the reaction of “This is a work of tremendous skill and craft, and I have no idea if I liked it or not.” I suppose that’s a variation on the third.)
You can also always go with “I like/dislike this and I don’t feel any particular need to assess its quality”, because distinguishing between taste and judgment doesn’t require you to constantly use both – only to recognize which one you’re using at any given time.
Dante and Virgil in Hell
William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1850
Bugs Bunny isn’t your conventional trickster god – he doesn’t steal or lie; rather he inflicts on us a societal hubris. He traps us in the rules, conventions and expectations we’ve made. Forcing us to go through the niceties of the barbershop or DMV at the times most inconvenient to us. If we didn’t have these rules – if it was twelve thousand years ago and all we had was a snare and a knife, Bugs would be nothing more than a mortal rabbit. But now we have built so much and he has become a god.
Bugs Bunny is a whimsical god, but a just one. He only ever exacts his wrath upon those who provoke it. Show Bugs the proper respect and he will do you no harm. Cross him, and hear the prelude to your destruction: “Of course, you know, this means war.”
me: i’ve been awake for 36 hours please let me sleep
my brain: mr sandman, man me a sand. make it the cutest man car door hook hand
On the first day of Pride, my true love gave to me
A rainbow for all to see
*bell clang*
On the second day of Pride, my true love gave to me
Two queens a’slaying
And a rainbow for all to see
*clang*
On the third day of Pride, my true love gave to me
Three handsome butches
Two queens a’slaying
And a rainbow for all to see
*clang*
On the fourth day of Pride, my true love gave to me
Four valid bi girls
Three handsome butches
Two queens a’slaying
And a rainbow for all to see
*clang*
um hAROLD????
“Pissenlit” brodé sur tulle sur cerceau de broderie par Velvet Meadow.
@primarybufferpanel !!!!!!
how the hell do they do it without the massacre on the reverse showing through?!
if it happened at all, it happened like that 