jules

like i quite literally have never been more passionate about anything than i am about the human race’s invariable desire to tell stories and the fact that we always find a way to do it, through spoken language and written language and body language and visual art and theater and poetry and oral tradition and a million other things. there are so many things we take for granted about the human experience that we never stop to think about but i really want you to take a step back and consider how fucking amazing it is that our need to tell stories transcends all boundaries of time and geography and borders and language. it is one of very few things that is legitimately intrinsic to human nature and i will never stop being completely in awe of humanity for that.

an observation I notice In dating with so many of my friends is that fear is never on the table and that, to me, is more cowardly than letting fear be on the table. by this I mean, being afraid and owning it. being afraid and saying that. being afraid and even using it as a reason to bond. fear should be on the table, not hidden. if you are so afraid, why can't you just say that to them?

feels like some of u aren't properly appreciating the fact that he sleeps in a berry patch. and he rolls over and squishes the berries into his fur. because he's so sleepy and content.

maybe people think he's an ugly dog but just to be clear he is actually a beautiful pig

My best work was never at a desk and always on the floor. I liked laying under this very heavy wooden dining room table my father got in Mexico as a child and write the most elaborate profiles on our household pets and their inner lives. When that got boring i started psychoanalyzing my parents and now im on tumblr.