For I am unworthy
I love Life in Color so much. This is the second time I’ve come home bruised, dehydrated and coated from head to toe in fluorescent paint. Maybe I don’t have it all together, but I must be doing something right.
I had a dream the other night that I could, by standing on the very points of my toes and straining upward, make myself lift off from the ground and glide around a few inches from the floor. It took an immense amount of concentration and I couldn’t raise myself any further than a hand’s breadth, but it was quite a lot of fun. I think it took me so long to realize that I was dreaming precisely because my new-found ability was so limited; it felt very much like learning any other new skill, and it took a great deal of practice, even in my dream. I think, again, this is why I was so disappointed when I awoke in bed. What good are dreams if they must be practiced at to be enjoyed, and what good is flying if one must be asleep to do it?
Reblogged from le-petit-chaperon-vert :
why even do drugs when you can orgasm repeatedly, falling into interludes of light thought-provoking sleep in between waves of good feeling
you can even do it with others.
This was clearly written by someone who has never had an orgasm on drugs.
It doesn’t make sense to me when people freak out about airline pilots falling asleep. I guarantee that the guy flying the plane knows a lot more about it than I do, and if he’s relaxed enough to take a nap as we zip through the sky, I find that pretty fucking reassuring. Would you prefer to catch a glimpse of your pilot white-knuckling it, surrounded by empty red-bulls?
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Reblogged from asapdothraki :
I will never understand how a person can look at any case of injustice, inequality, bigotry, ignorance or misanthropy and decide that the best way to fix it is through censorship. There is not now, nor has there ever been a wrong that could be righted by silencing any portion of the population, and understanding that is fundamental to any struggle for equality. Do not ever, for even a moment, submit to those who would whittle away at your language, take your words from you or dictate what you can or cannot say. There is no higher, no more restrictive form of oppression than the oppression of language; because we think in language, we relate to others through language, and when we try to limit language we blunt the very tools which are necessary for self-actualization. Silence is never the answer. Censorship is never the answer. Refusing to discuss something because it makes you uncomfortable is not only not the answer, it is the root from which intolerance springs. So grow the fuck up, learn to use language, command it, make it do your bidding, but do not fear it; and above all else, do not try and take it from others.
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