Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel...– Andrew Boy (via twentyfirstcenturyvagabond)
Airplanes are horrible unless you are on the ground. Or maybe flying one, I don’t know.
Cleopatra was actually pretty cool.
All of my (non-fictional) role models are male
I want a girl with a short skirt and a loooooooong~ jacket. Well, not 100% true. I have female role models in things like artistic success and strength. What I am lacking in is *importance*, scientific, philosophic, or otherwise. I feel like it would be cheating to go searching for these women. I don’t want their virtue as a role model to be their gender, I want it to be...
Which direction chooses the android without a favorite color?
SCREW THE MUSES
The Living Wake - Dressed for Death
And so I’ll take my final bow, And though the curtain’s half way down, I’ll speak my piece, I’ll shout it out To all of you who’ve gathered ‘round: (I do know it!) Three piece suit, kerchief peaking out, Shoes to boot, you see me you know I’m Dressed for death. Got my ticket, I’ll take the express To the other side. My last breath Won’t be...
Under all of the unturned carpets are secret doorways to enchanted worlds, but the children always come back home at the end of the day because that is where the world is firmest. Our instincts tend towards that, and our instincts always prevail.
I’m really afraid of the day that Terry Pratchett will die.
The Multitudians - Stanislaw Lem
The land of the Multitudians is famous for its inhabitants, who are distinguished by the fact that they are multitudinous. One day the constructor Trurl, passing through the saffron regions of the constellation Deliria, strayed a little from the main path and caught sight of a planet that appeared to writhe. Drawing nearer, he saw that this was due to the multitudes that covered its surface; he...
You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic...– ― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
How the World was Saved by Stanislaw Lem
One day Trurl the constructor put together a machine that could create anything starting with n. When it was ready, he tried it out, ordering it to make needles, then nankeens and negligees, which it did, then nail the lot to narghiles filled with nepenthe and numerous other narcotics. The machine carried out his instructions to the letter. Still not completely sure of its ability, he had it...
At that moment, when I had the TV sound off, I was in a 382 mood; I had just...– Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?