• cup your hands around them protectively
  • lift them from the ground
  • gently kiss their fuzzy heads
  • say “peep peep” calmingly so as not to be pecked
  • peep peep


We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
— Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena 


Sometimes I just look into my morning tea and cry because Sherlock Holmes does not deserve Jim Moriarty’s love.


Ah Xian - From the Concrete Forest series

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.

Albert Goldbarth, The Sciences Sing a Lullabye (via theunquotables)
Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via ughmoriarty)

On what it was like shooting the purple wedding: ”All of us girls are sitting there, because it’s so hot in Dubrovnik in Croatia in the summer. So we’re all sitting with our skirts up around our necks, you know, playing scrabble. It’s very glamorous” — Natalie Dormer on Late Night with Seth Meyers (x)

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via partitano1)



Sergey Neamoscou (tumblr) is a talented analog photographer born in Moscow in 1981. At the moment he lives in Paris. He always considered himself a “post card” which was sent to the wrong address and to the wrong country. He is in love with soviet cameras and shooting expired. 

  • Queen Gertrude: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
  • Hamlet: Mother, you have my father much offended.
  • Queen Gertrude: Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
  • Hamlet: Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
  • Queen Gertrude:
  • Queen Gertrude:
  • Queen Gertrude: Listen here you little shit.