the child grows enormous but never grows up
puketrick:

Special Friend 93

puketrick:

Special Friend 93

heckacute:

"I may not be the smartest of funniest or most beautiful or financially stable or sexually proficient or reliable or honest person in the world, but neither are you so we might as well do it," he said. It was a weird way to start a conversation with a stranger, but I couldn’t argue with his logic.  

Devoured by social ambition and endowed with a real gift for assimilating knowledge, she would ingest with equal facility Xenophon’s account of the Ten Thousand or the details of sexual perversion among birds. It would have been impossible to fault her on any of the most recent German publications, whether they dealt with political economy, mental illness, the various forms of onanism, or the philosophy of Epicurus. She was a dangerous woman to listen to in the bargain, since she was perpetually getting things wrong and would point out ladies of irreproachable virtue as women of the loosest morals, would put you on your guard against a man of the most honorable intentions, and would tell you anecdotes that seemed to come out of a book not because they were serious, but because they were totally improbable.
Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way, p. 532 (via odettecarotte)

Hayao Miyazaki - Self Portrait.

Hayao Miyazaki - Self Portrait.

gay8:

Patrick Joust
Selected works, 2014

The so-called paradox of freedom is the argument that freedom in the sense of absence of any constraining control must lead to very great restraint, since it makes the bully free to enslave the meek. The idea is, in a slightly different form, and with very different tendency, clearly expressed in Plato.



Less well known is the paradox of tolerance: Unlimited tolerance must lead to the disappearance of tolerance. If we extend unlimited tolerance even to those who are intolerant, if we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society against the onslaught of the intolerant, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them. — In this formulation, I do not imply, for instance, that we should always suppress the utterance of intolerant philosophies; as long as we can counter them by rational argument and keep them in check by public opinion, suppression would certainly be unwise. But we should claim the right to suppress them if necessary even by force; for it may easily turn out that they are not prepared to meet us on the level of rational argument, but begin by denouncing all argument; they may forbid their followers to listen to rational argument, because it is deceptive, and teach them to answer arguments by the use of their fists or pistols. We should therefore claim, in the name of tolerance, the right not to tolerate the intolerant. We should claim that any movement preaching intolerance places itself outside the law, and we should consider incitement to intolerance and persecution as criminal, in the same way as we should consider incitement to murder, or to kidnapping, or to the revival of the slave trade, as criminal.

gotosweep:

here’s a comic I drew several months ago for The Lifted Brow (issue 20)

gotosweep:

here’s a comic I drew several months ago for The Lifted Brow (issue 20)

aubreylstallard:

Sofia Alvarez

aubreylstallard:

Sofia Alvarez

invisiblestories:

The nature of the coast (via the-rx)

invisiblestories:

The nature of the coast (via the-rx)

whalebiology:

Construction men are so smart

I don’t know how to do any of that stuff

duckbeater:

What if there was a function that just told you someone was drafting you an email, even though that email is never sent—that they have three drafts, in fact, they haven’t sent? “Evan Bryson has drafted another email to you. This is his third draft in X months [X years?].” Wouldn’t that be super…

In the novel “Middlemarch,” we find the old adage of a man’s charity growing in direct proportion to its distance from his own door. This is reminiscent of all the dutiful grandchildren and great-grandchildren lingering over deathbeds with digital recorders, or else manically pursuing their ancestors through the online genealogy sites at three in the morning, so very eager to reconstitute the lives and thoughts of dead and soon-to-be-dead men, though they may regularly screen the phone calls of their own mothers. I am of that generation. I will do anything for my family except see them.