And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via bookmania)

I understand what you mean by precarious. Sometimes I feel so— I don’t know— lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space. With no idea where I’m headed.
“Like a little lost Sputnik?’
I guess so.”

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via durianquotes)

thatwetshirt:

After I killed him, I dropped the gun in the Thames, washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King, and walked home to await instructions. Shortly thereafter the instructions came through - “Get the fuck out of London, you dumb fucks. Get to Bruges.” I didn’t even know where Bruges fucking was…It’s in Belgium.

Places Effie Intends to Travel To:

Germany

Romania

Ukraine

Russia

Italy (again) 

England (again, visit my godfamily)

Wales (again, visit my families graveyard. Flirt with the peacocks at the castle my ancestor worked at) 

Dubai

badndngirl:

Hey did you know the creator of Wonder Woman was a polyamorous sub?

He (William Marston, his wife Elizabeth Holloway and their girlfriend Olive Byrne all lived together and raised their children together. They had four total, two birthed by Elizabeth and two birthed by Olive. Olive stayed home with the children and Elizabeth worked. William Marston worked too, though his career became a lot shakier after colleagues found out about his lifestyle.
Also

After William’s death in 1947, Elizabeth and Olive stayed together, all the way up until Olive died forty years later.

Fun facts for my kinky, poly friends (of whom there are many).

(via nudityandnerdery)