Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares.– Daniel Dennett (via scienceisbeauty)
You’re kicking me off the dance squad, the Solid Gandhi Dancers? But...– Gandhi
Ripped nails and cut skin. Rescue diving makes me realise how my muscles have lost their power.
boyfrand. tres años. no me importa. but i really do. it’s sort of cool.
I don’t know why more people don’t eat here. Currently noshing on tomato bisque and a sammie. Company? Three senior citizens also breaking fast. Soundtrack: golden oldies. The other day, Blue Velvet AND In Dreams came on.
lemme just watch american beauty real quick and then write this paper on buccal podia and lophophores. also, upstairs: shut the fuck up, people are trying to do work up in this apartment.