A cartoon for the @guardian review from a while back. It also appears in my postcard book The Snooty Bookshop.

me, at 3 am, in the middle of yet another personal crisis: i need to learn 2 instruments, 1 craft and 5 languages. immediately.

NASA has released new images of Jupiter, taken by the Juno Spacecraft.

God I wish Vincent van Gogh was alive to see this

That sentiment is so sweet and pure.

— Kristin Armstrong (via perrfectly)

love how sometimes i’m like “oh, i should put this somewhere safe so i don’t lose it and know exactly where to find it later!” and about a month later i’m standing in my ransacked room trying to get into past me’s mindset like some kinda amateur historian on one of those history channel treasure hunting shows trying to get into the mind of a nineteenth century pirate to figure out where they hid some possibly nonexistent apocryphal loot

having memory problems is like being an archaeologist of your own life and it isn’t nearly as exciting as it sounds

"If I was me, where would I have put it?" Is a phrase I repeat like a maddened sorceror, chanting nonsense incantations, as I search for a small object that I distinctly remember putting somewhere, while thinking, "Ah ha! If I put it here, I won't lose it!"

Put it in plain sight so you lose it

Get yourself a standing cat

— Hannah Arendt, Between Past and Future

People who try to tell me things are ‘not that deep’ fundamentally misunderstand me, I am not a fish desperately in search of the ocean, I am a magpie that roves the canons, searching for shiny things to put in my nest. Whether or not it actually is given deep narrative weight by canon itself is of secondary importance to the fact that it has the potential to be interesting, and thus, I covet it.

“It’s not that deep”

Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and I’m ready to dig.

“The ground is soft and I’m ready to dig” is the best description of the fanfic attitude I’ve ever seen. 

FLOOFY FEETS

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. July 1907 (via violentwavesofemotion)

A Story of the Forest: Mavka [Yuri Ilyenko, 1981]

When you finally convinced your friend to read the book and they start getting attached to the character that’s going to die:

[Gif description: person smiles and toasts with the cup they’re holding, then turns away, cringes to themselves, and begins to drink]