Off to work.
By Lauren Hom
Mary Hilem for the “What Makes Her Lovely’ editorial in Cosmopolitan, June 1959.
i have been planning on getting my shit together for like 5 years now
"He calls me crazy to my face, says it out loud with a smile
After a while I believe it. I really love it.
In this feeble life he’s charmed, charmed enough to make me churn, honey laced with cyanide and an apple filled with worms
Set the Moon on Fire it will fall down on your lap some time…”
Excerpt: Moon’s On Fire - Jan Hellriegel
like imagine if you’d never seen a dog and you saw a saint bernard and you were like, what’s that and then someone was like, thats a dog. and then you saw a chihuahua and you were like ok whats that and they were like, that’s a dog. wouldn’t you feel lied to? wouldn’t you sense that something was amiss
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I know it’s trendy to fight the system and cry that we are all becoming slaves of technology, but this attitude overlooks that computers and phones are tools for communicating. When someone thinks I’m an idiot smiling at a machine, I’m actually smiling at my girlfriend who is 10000 miles away and whom I would have never met if not for these newfangled electronics. As they say: when the wise man points to the moon, the fool looks at the finger.
This is a topic that I’ve been wanting to tackle for a while now; much credit to this excellent post for bringing it to the front of my brain.
I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.