Yelling into the dark here, I can just tell.
Classic procrastination. Math exam lammmme.
Looking forward to working on what is on here once I am not staying up all night hunched over my desk going back through pages of math working.
Also, feeling like I want to go party and fuck some rich chick’s house up like a dirty teen on skins. But my life isn’t like that. coolcool.
Why Old Books Smell Good“Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a hunger for knowledge in all of us.”
- From Luca Turin and Tania Sanchez’s Perfumes: the guide
From the Green Apple Core blog (Green Apple Books).
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I’ve watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Malcolm McDowell in A Clockwork Orange, 1971.
David meets David.
Courtesy of the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts.