youngparis:

Cocoon and Evolved Metallic Mechanitis Butterfly Chrysalis from Costa Rica

hexgoddess:

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hexgoddess:

What? Bisexual? She can’t be bisexual, you’re only bisexual if you’re actively fucking two people of two differing genders at the same exact time. The moment you stop fucking them you’re suddenly not bi anymore. It’s science.

I suppose that means we bi people exist in quantum superposition until someone observes us having sex.

Schrodinger’s Sexuality

The two women at lunch— mother and daughter, obviously. The girl is beautiful, tall, eighteen or so. She can’t sit still in her seat. She bounces around, tosses her hair, eats too fast, talks a mile a minute while looking all around just in case there is something interesting she hasn’t seen yet. The mother is also beautiful, perhaps fifty, her eyes alone are a 500 page novel. Serene and smiling, she is a total contrast to the young woman sitting across the table. How happy she is to be here with her daughter, how proud. Not many years ago this is the same child who frequently exhausted every bit of patience she had. The difficult student, the one with dyslexia or ADHD, or just wildly impatient about anything that didn’t interest her. But now look at her— this wonder, this young woman who is moving way too quickly out of my life and into her own. She has already set sail and I can only watch. But today she’s generous enough to have lunch with Mom and talk about things that matter with her first, her greatest pal. She doesn’t even know it is a gift. But Mom does.
Jonathan Carroll (via browndresswithwhitedots)

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