humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars :~)
“A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.”—William Butler Yeats, The Mermaid (via belle-de-nuit)
“What are you doing down here?” Vito changed back without me even noticing, his voice jarring and a comfort all at the same time. The king tuts his tongue. “And you think you can expect me to answer that question, just hand you what you want on a silver platter because you ask? No. Let’s discuss this back in the sky, hmm? It’s been nearly two months, I’d say it’s time for you and your beast to take a trip home.” Home. It isn’t up there anymore, not in that city. It isn’t with my father and Vito, not my tiny room and all my favorite books and songs. It was never down here, in this town, not even when I had Vito by my side. Home was being accepted by my mom and her tribe. Home was finding Vito in that basement, holding him in the darkness, knowing that he was never gone and that I’d never have to let him go again.
He lit seventeen cigarettes, because who the fuck cared. “I’m a man,” he announced to the room. “I’m a goddamn man and sometimes I have to make the tough decisions that no one asked me to make and my jaw looks like a shovel and I have an important job, so fuck you,” just in case someone was listening.
The division of food into azotized and non-azotized is no doubt important, but the attempt to show that the first only is plastic or nutritive, while the second is simply calorifacient, or heat-producing, fails entirely in the face of the facts revealed by the study of man in different climates… — Oliver Wendell Holmes, “Border Lines of Knowledge in Some Provinces of Medical Science,” 1861
It has been attempted on the basis of their supposed physiological destination, and thus they were divided into the histogenetic and the calorifacient substances; the one going, as was imagined, solely to the formation of tissue, and the other entirely to maintain the heat of the body. — William Alexander Hammond, A Treatise on Hygiene, 1863
Calorifacient comes from the Latin calōrifacĕre meaning “to make heat.” It entered English in the mid-1800s.