Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.
Intricate designs painted with henna have been worn by women in Africa, the Middle East, and South Asia for hundreds of years.
Photograph by Petra Warner, Your Shot National Geographic
Some day, you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. —
C.S. Lewis (via infamoussayings)
In context in the TLTWaTW opener:
“I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather, C. S. Lewis.”
A human heart stripped of muscle, fat and connective tissues. Left behind, the complexity of the innumerable blood vessels that keep our hearts beating is something to behold.
Photographed by Robert Clark at the Mütter Museum, Philadelphia.
She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.” — Michele Roberts, N.B.A. Union’s New Leader, Confronts Gender Barriers (via lauraolin)
(Source: gh-05-t, via lauraolin)
Day 57 #create365
Reminiscent of Day 49, but this time repellers make up the walls of the sketch and the mouse influences the particles as well.
It runs a little slow in processing.js due to all of the force calculations, so be patient!
Interactive Processing sketch (gif above, sketch below). View on site, not dashboard, to see and play with the sketch.
In my family, among my breed of people, wanting to rid the world of yourself is not unusual. It’s like having blue eyes, as all of us do. We are built to live with and in spite of it. I remember as a teenager having conversations with my mother at the kitchen table where we would promise each other one more year. No crying, no dramatics, just a measured conversation like you have when you strike any other kind of deal. I will stay for you if you will stay for me. Then promise again, the next year, and the next. We don’t have those conversations anymore, because it goes without saying, now.
A friend said this to me tonight, someone I really care about, and it made me think about all of this directly for the first time in a while. Someone would like to know me when I am old. I could take that for granted, but I don’t.
I thought about this again tonight after the Robin Williams news broke. My life as a depressed person almost feels like it happened to someone else. I wish to god everyone were so lucky.
Mine is a game I call Sidereal.