“Some months back, I gave thought to becoming a skeleton in a medical school classroom. Years ago I read a Ray Bradbury story about a man who becomes obsessed with his skeleton. He has come to think of it as a sentient, sinister entity that lives inside him, biding its time until he dies and the bones slowly prevail. I began thinking about my skeleton, this solid, beautiful thing inside me that I would never see. I didn’t see it becoming my usurper, but more my stand-in, my means to earthly immortality.”—
“Here I am standing at your window again
Waiting for you to say go away or come in
I’m your locked door’s worst knocker, I’m your curtain’s best friend
I’m trying hard to love you, you don’t make it easy babe.”—Josh Ritter
“It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.”—Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens
BPAL update, now that I’ve tried them all. (Obsessed? What on earth could you mean?)
Snake Oil kind of smelled like a vanilla-y head shop, not the sexy I was hoping for. Loralei was kind of boring and overly perfumed, which was a disappointment given its name. But I wore Schrodinger’s Cat all day today and I couldn’t stop smelling myself; grapefruit and mint, but soft and friendly. Alas, it faded really quickly and I had to keep applying, but I am definitely getting a big bottle of that. Hymn to Proserpine is dark and warm, reminds me of something but not sure what; very amber, good Christmas-time smell. And I’m currently wearing Roadhouse, which I am obsessed with. Summery and bright, even though I can smell everything in the description, namely hops, dandelions, tobacco, and hemp. Love love love.
Now I get to swap the no-thank-yous for new smells! This is going to be an expensive addiction, I can tell…
In other news, I am spending the day in a cozy room with snow blowing outside, drinking Russian Caravan tea from a flowery teacup, wearing red lipstick, listening to So Runs the World Away, and continually smelling my wrists.
My Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab imps were retrieved today, and I currently smell of Glasgow, though I’m not certain of my opinion yet. I still have to try London, Schrodinger’s Cat, Snake Oil, Loralei, Hymn to Proserpine, and the two freebies, Roadhouse and Prunella.
“When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. ‘This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar,’ she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this–what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’ It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions?”—Sandi Toksvig (via thatswhatshesaidquotes)
“So we turned off the tube and we crawled to your room
Leaving discarded clothes in our wake
And we both had some fun, though I twice bit my tongue
And it lasted too long for my taste”—The Decemberists