one difference between cats and dogs is that dogs do absolutely nothing to mask their clinginess while cats pretend it’s a coincidence they’re in the same room as you 97% of the time
"The fact I am laying on your face means nothing"
(Source: katebishopss, via glamaphonic)
"I have not read most of the big 19th—century novels that people consider “essential,” nor most of the 20th-century ones for that matter. But this does not embarrass me. There are many films to see, many friends to visit, many walks to take, many playlists to assemble and many favorite books to reread. Life’s too short for anxious score-keeping. Also, my grandmother is illiterate, and she’s one of the best people I know. Reading is a deep personal consolation for me, but other things console, too."
Teju Cole (via ethiopienne)
In response to the question, “What books are you embarrassed not to have read yet?”
I am so glad for this answer. I tire of "but did you read [insert cishet White man with anti-intersectional perspectives and White Savior Industrial Complex]" bla bla or “did you read [insert cishet White woman with book deemed ‘revolutionary’ for ‘all women’]” yet it speaks nothing to my life at all.
Over it. Read what you want.
Yes, yes, yes.
In January, when I was hanging out in Lijiang for break, I got repeatedly teased for not catching cultural references drawn from “the classics.” Why the fuck would I know the name of some character in some “famous” European novel? Why the fuck would I know that that word means to be at the exact, equidistant position opposite of where you are now on Earth? People didn’t say it, but between those and the fact that I’m teaching English in China—and most foreigners who do that are rich losers using Mommy and Daddy’s money—they judged. They thought of me as being less well-read and therefore less intelligent. I wanted to say bitch the things I have to say about this world would blow your mind to bits if you gave me the chance, but of course I didn’t. It wasn’t until a few days later when I dropped phrases and concepts like cognitive dissonance and internalized racism and American hegemony maintained by cultural imperialism (and the fact that I studied neuroscience at an Ivy League institution) that I started getting teased for being “not just a pretty face.”
Even by traditional standards, I am well-educated and well-read. It’s just that the older I get, the less I care about those traditional standards because they are not relevant to my life or to the lives of most people in this world. The ideas of Pedagogy of the Oppressed have done and will do more for most people of the world today than, say, Utopia. The literary canon of “the West” reproduces a hegemonic gaze that dislocates “the West” and casts “the West” as the impartial producer of knowledge and everyone else as the biased objects of study. (Anthropos and humanitas, bitches.) I have no interest in that load of bullshit.
From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
I love how Harry just genuinely likes Luna. Not in a romantic way, but in a “I don’t know how or why but I get you and you get me and I’d be honored to call you a friend and if anyone messes with you I’ll wallop them” kind of a way. I think he just marvels at her level of don’t give a fuck and her absolute sense of self. And then he and Ginny partially name their daughter after her (Lily Luna) and that to me is just fucking precious.
You have to at least ship their friendship.
(Source: scaredywolf, via aceofwands)