And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.
sade:

whydoihaveablog:

hellogiggles:

NOTHIN’ WRONG WITH A LITTLE (SOLO) BUMP N’ GRIND
by Sade 
http://bit.ly/12gib48

Sade wrote this informative piece about how it’s not only International Clitoris Awareness Week, but also National Masturbation Month.
SORRY, OTHER COUNTRIES. YOU ONLY GET TO CELEBRATE ONE COOL THING. 

Yeah here you guys go thanks for all the masturbation euphemisms

sade:

whydoihaveablog:

hellogiggles:

NOTHIN’ WRONG WITH A LITTLE (SOLO) BUMP N’ GRIND

by Sade

Sade wrote this informative piece about how it’s not only International Clitoris Awareness Week, but also National Masturbation Month.

SORRY, OTHER COUNTRIES. YOU ONLY GET TO CELEBRATE ONE COOL THING. 

Yeah here you guys go thanks for all the masturbation euphemisms

sade:

humansofnewyork:

I photographed the little guy on the left because he was carrying a violin. During the post photo interview, his little brother kept chiming in with his own answers. It was clear that he wanted to be part of the process. After a few questions, the older one called to his brother: “Come be in my picture, Riley.”

COUPLA DAMN CUTIES

sade:

humansofnewyork:

I photographed the little guy on the left because he was carrying a violin. During the post photo interview, his little brother kept chiming in with his own answers. It was clear that he wanted to be part of the process. After a few questions, the older one called to his brother: “Come be in my picture, Riley.”

COUPLA DAMN CUTIES

kaitrokowski:

“Steve Carell, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert: How men would look if they had to pose in ads the way women are expected to.”

kaitrokowski:

“Steve Carell, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert: How men would look if they had to pose in ads the way women are expected to.”

(via grat-uit)

  • Mgmt:

    Hi Mike, the super said he came by at 7:30 last night and nobody answered the door. You weren't home?

  • Me:

    No, I was here. My roommates were here too actually.

  • Mgmt:

    That's strange... he said no one was there.

  • Me:

    Maybe he never actually came by and he just said no one was there. The mail people do that sometimes. If they have a package and they don't feel like climbing the stairs they'll just assume no one's home and they leave the slip in the mailbox.

  • Mgmt:

    What?? They do that?? Wow. You've really opened my eyes...

  • Me:

    To how awful and lazy people are, yes.

I look back on the original introduction to this book with a nostalgia that borders on pain. “There are times when I am seized by an almost uncontrollable desire to blurt out, in the middle of interviews, ‘Me! Me! Me! Enough about you. What about me?’” I actually wrote that. I actually believed that… Rereading this collection produced other fits of nostalgia. I am no longer the young woman who wrote about being made over by Cosmopolitan magazine, and I am no longer interested enough in the culture of kitsch to defend Jacqueline Susann. But here are these remnants of my former self, old snakeskins, and it amuses me to read them and remember how dippy I used to be. There are also pieces here that I’m proud of. But there’s nothing here extraordinary or brilliant. I am a journeyman, and if these articles work, they work as examples of an old-fashioned journalism. I am not a new journalist, whatever that is; I just sit here at the typewriter and bang away at the old forms. Which is fine with me.

Nora Ephron, Preface to the 1980 edition of “Wallflower at the Orgy”

Nora Ephron wrote a book 1967 and people liked it and bought it, so in 1970 she wrote a new introduction to the book with her thoughts. Then, ten years later, people were still liking and buying the book, so she wrote the quote above in a second introduction, and it’s how we’re all gonna feel about our blogs, I think.

(via christinefriar)

sade:

underthevastblueseas:

A group of amateur cave explorers discovered a river in Mexico with banks, trees and leaves just like an ordinary river, but with an additional metric shit ton of “WTF,” because they were hovering 25 feet over it in scuba gear when they discovered it.

While underwater water doesn’t seem possible, the “river” is actually a briny mix of salt water and hydrogen sulfide. It’s much more dense than regular salt water, so it sinks to the bottom and forms a distinct separation that acts and flows like a river.

Deep sea lakes look like normal lakes, complete with sandy and rocky shores. Scientist call these lakes “cold seeps,” but they’re a hotbed for life, because apparently waterfront real estate is a hot commodity under water, too. The “rocky” shores are actually made up of hundreds of thousands of mussels. Even weirder, the lakes under the waves have waves of their own.

Photos by Anatoly Beloshchin, source,

EARTH, BRO

Happy are they who take life day by day, complain very little, and are thankful for the little things in life.
Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in
a child may prove to be ugly in a fully grown adult.

(Source: nowserving)

Girl. 22. Chicago.