— John F. Kennedy
10:31 pm 1 note
should i digitally subscribe to the new york times? (ok, i did subscribe before but there were some problems w android compatibility and the nyt cancelled my subscription for me)
and ok, i am asking this because i am a cheapskate and paying 5+USD every week makes me sad. damm, no can’t believe i am saying this but i miss jjc because no one reads nyt/iht. so ras and i always end up bringing the nyt home to read after 5pm or 6pm (cause the library allows us to take the newspaper home after 5)
and… ya contemplating if i should subscribe to new yorker too?
6:26 pm 11,006 notes
Cats have hearts of gold and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
WHY DOES MY CAT NOT DO THIS?? PEDRO WHY?
1:07 am 1,525 notes
yay my internship interview went swimmingly well today. *cross finger* i hope i get it
6:33 pm 1 note
9:59 am 41 notes
I imagine another man who has softer hands. Kinder hands. I imagine how he would touch you. I told you about this once and you laughed, but I’ve seen the way the white men look at you. Exotic woman of the east, skin burnt to a golden shine and polite eyes they misconstrue as submissive. Then they look at me with my bloody nails, my unkept hair and they flirt with you. Right in front of me. They must think I am stupid. They must think I don’t deserve a lady like you. Maybe I will agree with that.
Maybe all I want is to hold you with better hands.
But my hands, so used to rough things, was always shy around you. Your softness. Your kindness. I know it is a foreign thing to you; the knowledge of how totally pain can reflect itself on skin.
The sea has not been kind to me, you see. I remember hauling heavy loads onto my boat. Pulling and pulling with the rope taut in my hands. The ropes would burn their mark on my skin. I turn my palms towards the sun sometimes and see the sunlight filling a little track that the ropes have created in my palms. When you touch me the warmness is not a burn, but a sigh. I am not used to it.
There is a long scar on my forearm. You often stare at it when you think I do not notice. I pretend not to notice because when you look at me during those times I forget that a scar is an ugly thing.”
5:09 pm 59 notes
7:32 am 3,188 notes
no no no the guy is doing it all wrong. you don’t live alone with a cat.
7:31 am 360,629 notes
IT’S THE “AGED 27 1/3” BIT THAT MAKES ME CRY WITH LAUGHTER
this kills me!
They actually did it, too.
10:09 pm 1,567 notes
Clare Vivier-Styling: Claire Cottrell & Photographer: Stella Berkofsky
— Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (via thatkindofwoman)
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