pour yourself a cup of tea and think about the bubbles

…and your very flesh shall be a great poem…

…and your very flesh shall be a great poem…

this is a video—watch for the shadow.

dirtkitten:

yes.

…double yes. -B

chuckhistory:

Why do I love shit like this? I mean… I do love Jesus… as a literary/historical character. Maybe I like this because whoever made it spent their time making this instead of harassing me on the street with pamphlets or trying to blow something up. 

chuckhistory:

Why do I love shit like this? I mean… I do love Jesus… as a literary/historical character. Maybe I like this because whoever made it spent their time making this instead of harassing me on the street with pamphlets or trying to blow something up. 

A town where men can drive around in yellow shoes is just my kind of town, I guess. If more agents drove around in shoes I might find them more likeable but I’m afraid that won’t happen soon.
Hollywood: A Third Memoir by Larry McMurtry
I don’t care if your fucking technology figures out a way to beam movies from the moon directly into our brains…
People are still going to have to tell stories.
Agent Evarts Ziegler
"Art Imitating Life Imitating Art Imitating Life"
Mural at the Cafe Trompe L’eil

"Art Imitating Life Imitating Art Imitating Life"

Mural at the Cafe Trompe L’eil

fuck yeah ZARDOZ

fuck yeah ZARDOZ

Have you not noticed that when you are busy with your food, tossing off careless remarks that someone might take amiss, everybody around you is armed?
Miss Manners

I ain’t your charity case, pardner.