Socks, Bill Clinton’s pet cat, being hounded by the paparazzi
still not over this
Fuckkk I don’t understand you tumblr.
The late David Foster Wallace’s essay in the NYT about Roger Federer, 2006.
The most beautifully written piece I’ve read about the game of tennis and professional athletes. Gorgeous.
"even just to see, close up, power and aggression made vulnerable to beauty is to feel inspired and (in a fleeting, mortal way) reconciled."
(^ being kind of a shithead by quoting the last line)
(Source: The New York Times)