Haruki Murakami (村上 春樹)
A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.
ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER
its back igaf its not my blog style
YESS FINALLY I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
ill make it so that you don’t have to imagine
one of the greatest pixar moments; a family thats ok with you coming 2nd
they were hiding their identities as superheros not making a statement
i can’t even cut a strip off with scissors wtf
raise a bloody storm || zaeema (via zjhussain)
Sadness will visit you… Pay no attention to it.
Disney Meme → [8/10] Movies: Beauty and the Beast
∟ Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Him: I don’t date black women. It’s just a preference.
Me: Based on what?
Him: Nothing, it’s just how I feel.
Me: Impossible, deliberate aversions come from somewhere.
Him: Its just a preference, that’s all.
Me: No, a preference is preferring broccoli to asparagus. You can say that because asparagus will always taste the same, even when prepared differently.
Me: And we’re not always the same at all. There are hundreds of millions of us and we’re each completely different from the next. If an employer said not hiring Black people was a preference would you agree?
Him: No, but that’s based on stereotypes.
Me: … And what is yours based on, facts?"