Tell me your greatest desires. Tell me a secret. Isn’t that the same thing? Almost, but anyone can see your desires. No one knows what’s in your heart.
the ancient and noble art of Hating must remain distinct from the dogmatism of the moral crusade. hating has no greater goal. it is not about engineering change or imposing one’s will upon others. to hate is a complete act in and of itself
possibly the best product you could have poking out of your bag, apart from maybe the timeless baguette , both of which round out the aesthetics of the bag & show that you are a true “MarketHead”
The wonderful Glass Octopus. Living at depths of around 3000 ft and only being about a foot long, these strange little creatures are rarely seen by scientists.
How could you leave this in the notes, excellent addition
Actually, this makes the childification of Michael in the movie when he’s 15 in the book really funny:
Sophie, a 20-ish year old woman from a fantasy land where getting married at 16 or 17 does not seem to be unusual: Yes, this is a young man who is almost an adult.
Howl, a man in his late 20s from our world: This is a BABY and he does BABY things.
it’s so fucking embarrassing to find a conventionally attractive man attractive every time it happens. like oh you think the handsome man is handsome? you find the attractive guy attractive? derivative. passé. pedestrian
