We don’t give other people credit for the same interior complexity we take for granted in ourselves, the same capacity for holding contradictory feelings in balance, for complexly alloyed affections, for bottomless generosity of heart and petty, capricious malice. We can’t believe that anyone could be unkind to us and still be genuinely fond of us, although we do it all the time.
Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.
Tim Kreider, I Know What You Think of Me (via audeas)
Last week i got into Rick and Morty 👬 Yesterday i went to Phantom of the Opera 👻 Not long into the first act, they became the same thing. can u hear me, Papa @danharmon ?! I got jokes.
Hero Rats
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THEY’RE SO CUTE AND GOOD AND SMART AND HAVE JOB
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I’ll always reblog hero rats!
this same species is also trained to identify tuberculosis in samples by smell, meaning they can test for TB at a rapid rate with a high accuracy :)
The organization that trains the rats is APOPO
TOO PURE FOR THIS EARTH <3
Our saints of femme masculinity and fierce vulnerability. heart emoticon
Art by Scarlett River
“He was almost impossibly cool when, really, it was just not considered cool to be Irish.“ -Telegraph Music Critic Neil McCormack on Thin Lizzy frontman Phil Lynott. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
