Cold Mountain by Gao Ming Xi



did humans invent math or did we discover it

does math even exist

i already regret making this post bc smart people keep messaging me trying to explain math and it’s making me nauseous 

The shade
falls like a lover’s sad black eyes.
Lie under me, speak of other worlds.
Jane Miller, closing lines to “I Saw the Sun Rise in the West Today,” Mississippi Review (vol. 39, no. 1-3, 2012)


Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down”

The Lovely Bones (2009)
Peter Jackson



  1. Obtain a significant other from a country that doesn’t sell Toaster Strudel
  2. Marry them and start a family
  3. Offer to make your fam breakfast every morning
  4. Make them strudel with no icing
  5. They’ll have no idea Toaster Strudel even come with icing
  6. Take all six packets for yourself
  7. Avoid making eye contact with your reflection in the mirror for the rest of your life because you are a monster
i’m not a girl
i’m a storm with skin
They say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving. Maybe I’m going home.
Gattaca, 1997 (via buttholesymphony)

Yes, I am finally a match for Amy. The other morning I woke up next to her, and I studied the back of her skull. I tried to read her thoughts. For once I didn’t feel like I was staring into the sun. I’m rising to my wife’s level of madness. Because I can feel her changing me again: I was a callow boy, and then a man, good and bad. Now at last I’m the hero. I am the one to root for in the never-ending war story of our marriage. It’s a story I can live with. Hell, at this point, I can’t imagine my story without Amy. She is my forever antagonist.

We are one long frightening climax.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (via bangbangeva)
Arctic Monkeys – Only Ones Who Know + Rain


Arctic Monkeys - Only Ones Who Know + Rain
I made this to help me fall asleep. super calming.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
Snufkin, Moominvalley in November (via defense-mechanisms)
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)


Etchings from the “Seven Orchids” series by Czech artist Vojtěch Preissig, 1913.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup…
Charles Bukowski (via rarararambles)