The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. […] “Louis! Louis! Louis!” they shout. But they cannot see me. […] But let me be unseen. I am green as a yew tree in the shade of the hedge. My hair is made of leaves. I am rooted to the middle of the earth. My body is a stalk. I press the stalk. A drop oozes from the hole at the mouth and slowly, thickly, grows larger and larger. Now something pink passes the eyehole. Now an eye-beam is slid through the chink. Its beam strikes me. I am a boy in a grey flannel suit. She has found me. I am struck on the nape of the neck. She has kissed me. All is shattered.
— Virginia Woolf, The waves (via booklover)
(Source: inthemoodtodissolveinthesky, via booklover)
My women’s fikambanana made bread enriched with chickpea flour. We roasted dried chickpeas and then pounded them before mixing them with bread flour and frying the batter. It was super tasty—Madame Hermine (in the pink shirt, stirring the bowl) really liked how the bread turned sort of reddish because of the chickpeas. Fikambanana president Madame Perline suggested that we use the chickpea flour to make mofo gasy (a popular bread made from rice flour) to enhance it’s protein content.
September 11, 2014 at 6:05pm
if someone ever says to me even semi-seriously “don’t stick your dick in crazy” I swear i will just
apologies, I am very briefly turning back into the person I was before I left for Madagascar, but like a concentrated super-emotional version of her.
curse you, internet
Infinitely detailed illustrations by Allison Stanley who lives and works in San Antonio, Texas. Check out more of her ink drawings below!
this girl that sits with me was complaining..about another girl. because she likes the same band as her “but doesn’t dress like it” so obviously she doesn’t really listen to them
how do you DRESS like the music you listen to???
as an imagine dragons fan i am never seen not in a full dragon costume
real fans imagine the dragon costume
i’m a bare naked ladies fan and let me tell you
(Source: heteromale, via firest)
I think Peace Corps has driven me to be a bit of a perfectionist about some of the more day-to-day inanities. Perhaps it’s because there’s comfort in routine, perhaps I feel obligated to make my bed and sweep the floor every day—I don’t know. At any rate, when I was asked to make a chocolate cake…
“The water here makes us sad,” the man told me.
He grabbed me on my way home from the CSB, as I pushed my bicycle up the hill to his town, Fantonaina. Fantonaina sits right next to my little town, Mahazoarivo, and the difference is like night and day. Where Fantonaina is red and dry, Mahazoarivo…
In July, all of the volunteers from Stage 44 (the Rainbow Stage) once more convened in Mantasoa, this time for In-Service Training (IST). Placed three months into our twenty-four month assignment, IST is also called the Reconnect Conference. It provides us volunteers with an opportunity to touch…
ZOINKS LOOK OUT SCOOB ITS THE GENDER BINARY
my partner tried to call me a sweetheart the other day but he misspelled it and I read it as “sweetbeard” and then I decided that this is what dwarf couples call each other
so, naturally, here are two dwarves on a date