Sometimes I’m confused by Canadian stereotypes but then I realize that we literally dump maple syrup onto the snow, wait for it to get gooey and then scoop it up with a stick and eat it
you better not be fucking with me canada is this for real
it is all too real
Some places you can do this half way down a ski hill.
Judy Chicago, Immolation IV from the series Women and Smoke, 1972—Performed with Faith Wilding in the California desert [from the exhibition Ends of the Earth, on view at Haus der Kunst, Munich]
'I don't know how long I sat in silence for but I felt my heart beat in my ears'
Automatic writings part of a study into the stream of consciousness. I have no memory of writing this and my hand writing is hardly recognisable.
Take me home.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via sundaylatte)