Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back
i hate people who know highways. “i’m heading south on I-65” okay man. i’m moving my rook to c2
I was not prepared; sunset, end of summer. Demonstrations of time as a continuum, as something coming to an end,
Louise Glück, from "The Sensual World"
i'll never be fully offline because online is where the awesome women thinkers from around the world congregate to share little details about their days and what they're interested in
PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005)
Dir. Joe Wright
I would still use my turn signals in the Mad Max Wasteland. They'd call me "Signal" because I'd hit my blinker before ramming the enemy hot rods into the side of a desert ravine. I'd use my turn signal every time. They would respect me for this.
Herman Melville’s copy of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Mosses from an Old Manse (New York: Wiley and Putnam, 1846)
A piece of paper bearing a specimen of brightly multicolored sea moss is attached with sealing wax to the front pastedown. Melville wrote on that piece of paper in ink (apparently after it had been affixed to the book):
This moss was gathered in Salem,
and therefore I place it here
for a frontispiece.
P.S. It may be objected
that this is sea-moss; ‒ but
then, it only went to sea – like
many young mortals – in its youth,
and to my certain knowledge has
been ashore ever since.
your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realise you were the last man in the world i could ever be prevailed upon to marry.