We are all tempted to be shiny. There are so many shiny women out there. We are taught—and eventually we believe, in our hearts—that shininess is the surest route to love. But aiming for shiny is like living in the dark. “Though he gave me no sign that he was unhappy with our relationship,” you wrote, “I’d somehow missed the mark.” Though he told you nothing, YOU somehow fucked up. Though he was just a mirage, YOU were the sad rejected woman who didn’t please him enough. When you aim for shiny, you become nothing but a reflective surface. At your very best, at your peak shininess, he will only see his own reflection in you.

The most beautiful, loving, poetic souls in the world know that the most beautiful, lovable people in the world are the ones who are a little tarnished, a little scratched. If you want true love in your life, you will stop trying to be a brilliant silver chalice, and you’ll aim to be a misshapen pewter cup instead. Something ordinary, that you can pick up and feel and rub between your hands. Something regular and dented and scratched.

This tragic turn in your life gouged a big scratch across you. Own that scratch, the anger and the sadness there. Tell the truth about what it did to you. Because it was a gift, this premature exit from a fantasy world. It was your passage to a better life, lived among real people with heart and substance, where tarnished things are good enough, where you are good enough. You are good enough. You are good enough, right now. You are good enough. You are.

proofreadingbooks

proofreadingbooks:

The literature: Yann Martel’s LIFE OF PI (requested by theinfinitespaceage)

The libation: Two cocktails do I present to you, dear reader, and you must choose the one which speaks to you of the existence of a higher, more refreshing power.

For the first, rim your vessel with sea salt. Fill about halfway with Sixpoint Bengali IPA, and top up with grapefruit juice. Stir gently and deliberately until the seemingly at-odds flavors meld together into a peaceful coexistence. You’ve left home. This is the Salty Tiger.

For the second, rim your vessel with kosher salt (the vessel is unchanged, the location is). Mix two parts grapefruit juice with one part blanco tequila with two parts tonic water. Add a dash of bitters and stir. You’re on dry land. This is the Salty Perro.

The same ingredients recombined can lead to such different outcomes, but we must each choose our own path. I leave it to you to decide.

Photo © Cook the Story and Serious Eats

Got a little cerebral.

twofish

thegirlwithgoldeyes:

thegirlwithgoldeyes:

She had curves in all the wrong places. She had a boob sticking out of her kneecap and I’d never seen an ass on the back of someone’s head before

She had legs that went on forever. And ever, and ever. Legs going on into the endless primordial void from which we all came from and to which we shall all return. Her toes touched infinity, her hips perched on the cessation of existence.

Welcome… to Night Vale.

randomhouse
randomhouse:

Hey Whovians - we’re livetweeting tomorrow’s doctorwho series 8 premiere from @suvudu and giving away a whole TARDIS-worth of original DW books (including the not-yet-released Peter Capaldi as Twelfth Doctor adventures, plus a John Hurt/War Doctor story!)

So join us, won’t you? Because we need answers to the important questions, like what color ARE his kidneys, anyway?

Plus you might win some swag, and a good time will be had by all, AND we can offer a strong possibility of: 


Yoooo, I’m doin’ this thing tomorrow!

randomhouse:

Hey Whovians - we’re livetweeting tomorrow’s doctorwho series 8 premiere from @suvudu and giving away a whole TARDIS-worth of original DW books (including the not-yet-released Peter Capaldi as Twelfth Doctor adventures, plus a John Hurt/War Doctor story!)

So join us, won’t you? Because we need answers to the important questions, like what color ARE his kidneys, anyway?

Plus you might win some swag, and a good time will be had by all, AND we can offer a strong possibility of: 

Yoooo, I’m doin’ this thing tomorrow!