We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those who are around us.
"There are people who could never commit murder; I am not one of those people. It’s better to know it, better to know who you are, and what lies in you, and what you could do, might do, under extreme provocation.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Do you ever wonder why your lips and tongue sting a little when you’re eating pineapples? It’s because pineapples possess the enzyme bromelain, which breaks down meat proteins.
Basically, when you eat pineapples, pineapples eat you right back.
Pineapples are so metal.
That explains a lot
I KNEW IT. IVE ALWAYS KNOWN PINEAPPLES WERE SUSPICIOUS AND I DIDN’T TRUST THEM. NO LOOK. THE PINEAPPLES ARE EATING US. WAKE UP PEOPLE. PINEAPPLES ARE DANGEROUS.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (07.21.2007)
Smoke and flare of an explosion rise after an Israeli missile hit the Shejaiyah neighbourhood in Gaza City on July 20, 2014. (Adel Hana/AP)
(Source: The Atlantic)
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.