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Human beings took our animal need for palatable food … and turned it into chocolate souffles with salted caramel cream. We took our ability to co-operate as a social species … and turned it into craft circles and bowling leagues and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We took our capacity to make and use tools … and turned it into the Apollo moon landing. We took our uniquely precise ability to communicate through language … and turned it into King Lear.

None of these things are necessary for survival and reproduction. That is exactly what makes them so splendid. When we take our basic evolutionary wiring and transform it into something far beyond any prosaic matters of survival and reproduction … that’s when humanity is at its best. That’s when we show ourselves to be capable of creating meaning and joy, for ourselves and for one another. That’s when we’re most uniquely human.

And the same is true for sex. Human beings have a deep, hard-wired urge to replicate our DNA, instilled in us by millions of years of evolution. And we’ve turned it into an intense and delightful form of communication, intimacy, creativity, community, personal expression, transcendence, joy, pleasure, and love. Regardless of whether any DNA gets replicated in the process.

Why should we see this as sinful? What makes this any different from chocolate souffles and King Lear?

Greta Christina (Sex and the Off-Label Use of Our Bodies) (via wrists, sexisnottheenemy)
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retrowar:

Idiots’ Delight

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Idiots’ Delight

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MARK ROTHKO (1903-1970) - GRAYS IN YELLOW

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MARK ROTHKO (1903-1970) - GRAYS IN YELLOW

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This school year has been so stressful for me so far and I miss summer so much. With Sigep and Chinese and my other classes and work and being deathly ill this past week I just feel like my life is collapsing and my social life is becoming a job. I just wish it was summer again and I was driving places late at night by myself just thinking and drinking iced coffee. 


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1969 Lamborghini Miura S

carversed:

1969 Lamborghini Miura S

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me: i want something very short and small and cutesy but most importantly body safe and discreet

sex toy companies: try the DEVASTATOR SEVENTY THREE INCHES OF PURE JELLY RUBBER HYPER REALISTIC VEINS WE SHOWED IT TO A NUN ONCE AND SHE BURST INTO FLAMES THERE’S ONLY ONE SETTING: DEVASTATION THE VIBRATIONS CAUSED AN EARTHQUAKE MILLIONS ARE DEAD


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Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via freedomoftheforest)

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National Geographic1972

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National Geographic
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And he walked out onto the porch clutching his coffee tightly in one wrinkled hand and hers in the other. And there on the porch she sat. And as the sun began its slow descent onto the horizon. And the shadows had grown deep and nebulous. And all the wine had been drank. And all the stuff had been smoked. And there she sat with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair like he’d always imagined. And he knew that his heart would never ache. And he knew that the sun would set. And that it mattered not if tomorrow would follow today. And if the shadows grew deeper and swallowed the Earth. And if the moon fell. And if the sun never climbed the horizon in the morning. And it mattered not that the road here was windy and treacherous. And it mattered not that the road ahead was uncertain and had not been ventured before.

For in that moment it was him and her. In that moment he handed her the cup of coffee in his left hand and sat beside her. The looked out and watched the sun dip slowly bellow the horizon. The warmth began to leave the air and the chill of night began to tickle his face. The trees had grown still and the world seemed to stop for a moment. In that twilight moment it didn’t matter that she hadn’t seen the sunrise with him or if they’d be able to watch it set the next day.

I guess sitting there enjoying the strange quiet of twilight he realized the great truth of life. You should enjoy the little moments. People ask for grand permanent monuments to themselves. They ask for big memorable gestures. They shout into the oblivion hoping the echo will give them immortality. However the echo will fade and the gestures will be forgotten and the monuments will crumble. So enjoy the little gestures and whisper in the ear of a companion. For true joy lies in little and ultimately intensely private moments. Enjoy the way your new shampoo smells when you first put it in your hair and enjoy the quiet and still moments when you wake up right before your alarm and enjoy driving alone in soft summer rain. 

And he did enjoy the the quiet and still and beautiful twilight. He enjoyed the bitter taste of the coffee. He looked at her and she looked at him and he enjoyed the gentle eye contact. For in that moment he knew their love was not a shout into the oblivion but a barely audible whisper into their own ears. It was a soft smile and a muffled giggle. It was the gentle way she touched his hand and the way he breathed her name into the air. 

As the sky lost its last bit of color he got up to go inside and she did the same. He may not have always loved her and he may not always love her but he loved her then and that was his quiet and private moment.


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