Luis Ricardo Faléro, Departure of the Witches (detail), 1878
Random story time.
I once had a female friend of mine come over and flat out accuse me of being friends with her just because I thought she was hot and that I wanted to sleep with her to which I replied by telling her that she wasn’t hot and that I didn’t want to sleep with her in this life or the next.
Then she cried and left and I haven’t heard from her in a year and a half.
|—||Carl Sagan (via sadsapling)|