Variations On The Night Sky Ft Moving Thingamajigs

variations on the night sky ft moving thingamajigs

I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

Tove Jansson, “Moominvalley in November”  (via kuanios)

haha imagine unironically calling dan and phil ‘thicc’ or ‘daddy’ they r literally The Epitome of skinny mildly androgynous white boys. phil is Made Of Elbows. i lov them a lot but come on my friends if ur gonna objectify them at least do it right