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chocolateist:

molotowcocktease:

Fat little fairy 💕

Oh my goodness! ♥

chocolateist:

molotowcocktease:

Fat little fairy 💕

Oh my goodness! ♥

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he’s the sort of person who reads the dictionary at night…

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glitterlion:

I spend significant amounts of my time just hanging out in my underwear.

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There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)

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My grasp on the world.