Random Thoughts
newyorker:

Junot Díaz’s story “Monstro” appears in this week’s special summer Science Fiction issue.  He recently exchanged emails with Cressida Leyshon, a fiction editor at the magazine, about the story’s origins and it’s possible future as a novel.  Read their conversation here:  http://nyr.kr/JKJbnU

newyorker:

Junot Díaz’s story “Monstro” appears in this week’s special summer Science Fiction issue.  He recently exchanged emails with Cressida Leyshon, a fiction editor at the magazine, about the story’s origins and it’s possible future as a novel.  Read their conversation here:  http://nyr.kr/JKJbnU

Almost Famous - Tiny Dancer (by muadregal)

ghdos:

I am literally ALWAYS this person.

ghdos:

I am literally ALWAYS this person.

My kids dressed up to watch the Avengers. Coolest dad ever!

My kids dressed up to watch the Avengers. Coolest dad ever!

Caught a string ray. Kriekies!

Caught a string ray. Kriekies!

Caught a shark.

Caught a shark.

newyorker:

Junot Díaz: “Miss Lora”

You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, a gesture. That’s what happened with your girlfriend Paloma—she stooped to pick up her purse, and your heart flew out of you.
That’s what happened with Miss Lora, too.
It was 1985. You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker. You were also convinced—like totally, utterly convinced—that the world was going to blow itself to pieces. Almost every night you had dreams that made the ones the President was having in “Dreamscape” look like pussy play. In your dreams the bombs were always going off, evaporating you while you walked, while you ate a chicken wing, while you rode the bus to school, while you fucked Paloma. You would wake up biting your own tongue in terror, the blood dribbling down your chin.
Someone should have medicated you.

In this week’s issue: Junot Diaz’s “Miss Lora”: http://nyr.kr/HVyGJp

My favorite author

newyorker:

Junot Díaz: “Miss Lora”

You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, a gesture. That’s what happened with your girlfriend Paloma—she stooped to pick up her purse, and your heart flew out of you.

That’s what happened with Miss Lora, too.

It was 1985. You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker. You were also convinced—like totally, utterly convinced—that the world was going to blow itself to pieces. Almost every night you had dreams that made the ones the President was having in “Dreamscape” look like pussy play. In your dreams the bombs were always going off, evaporating you while you walked, while you ate a chicken wing, while you rode the bus to school, while you fucked Paloma. You would wake up biting your own tongue in terror, the blood dribbling down your chin.

Someone should have medicated you.

In this week’s issue: Junot Diaz’s “Miss Lora”: http://nyr.kr/HVyGJp

My favorite author

jeremydavidstone:

How To Be Happy. Simplified.

jeremydavidstone:

How To Be Happy. Simplified.

Suede M8

Suede M8

This shit is gonna be hillarious.
www.tedisreal.com

This shit is gonna be hillarious.

www.tedisreal.com

The ides of March. 
Ceasar didn’t see him so he ceased to exist….

The ides of March. Ceasar didn’t see him so he ceased to exist….