is my human suffering sexy enough for you, God? is it getting you off king 

Catholics at prayer

Lorde throwing away her phone for four years and coming back like That is the biggest incentive i have to stay terminally online

“Lolita isn’t a perverse young girl. She’s a poor child who has been debauched and whose senses never stir under the caresses of the foul Humbert Humbert, whom she asks once, ‘how long did [he] think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together…?’ But to reply to your question: no, its success doesn’t annoy me, I am not like Conan Doyle, who out of snobbery or simple stupidity preferred to be known as the author of “The Great Boer War,” which he thought superior to his Sherlock Holmes. It is equally interesting to dwell, as journalists say, on the problem of the inept degradation that the character of the nymphet Lolita, whom I invented in 1955, has undergone in the mind of the broad public. Not only has the perversity of this poor child been grotesquely exaggerated, but her physical appearance, her age, everything has been transformed by the illustrations in foreign publications. Girls of eighteen or more, sidewalk kittens, cheap models, or simple long-legged criminals, are baptized “nymphets” or “Lolitas” in news stories in magazines in Italy, France, Germany, etc; and the covers of translations, Turkish or Arab, reach the height of ineptitude when they feature a young woman with opulent contours and a blonde mane imagined by boobies who have never read my book. In reality Lolita is a little girl of twelve, whereas Humbert Humbert is a mature man, and it’s the abyss between his age and that of the little girl that produces the vacuum, the vertigo, the seduction of mortal danger. Secondly, it’s the imagination of the sad satyr that makes a magic creature of this little American schoolgirl, as banal and normal in her way as the poet manqué Humbert is in his. Outside the maniacal gaze of Humbert there is no nymphet. Lolita the nymphet exists only through the obsession that destroys Humbert. Herein an essential aspect of a unique book that has been betrayed by a factitious popularity.”

— Vladimir Nabokov (tr. Brian Boyd), Apostrophes (1975)

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

Someone at my work keeps joking that they just need to clone me so we’ll have full coverage and I’m honestly offended on behalf of my clone at the idea she’s be brought into this world just so she could work. If I get cloned, first off we are unionizing

So everyone knows where I am on the clone question, without hesitation I would explore my clone’s body but also her rights

hey rb and tag a food from your culture that everyone loves but you hate

this post is rly opening my eyes to the fact that some people have no culture…. tagging this with #ketchup and #chicken … how unironically sad

I never know what's going on anymore man why is everyone like earnestly catholic but in an edgy aloof indie blogger sort of way all the sudden. can we just go back to being normal or is that out of the question

im a romantic but the plot twist is that im unlovable