January 2011
114 posts
“I always felt like I was meant to have been born in another era, another time.”
—Johnny Depp (via misswallflower)
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”
— John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via thegirlwiththemessyhair)
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. ”
—Charles Bukowski (via michellemacnamara)
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
—Ann Druyan, talking about her dead husband Carl Sagan (via fuckyeahexistentialism, savagemike)
“Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and “historical tasks” is an actual or potential assassin.”
—Albert Camus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“You’ll miss having the knowledge that it will all eventually end. All of this hard work leads up to a winter break, spring break, or summer. When courses end, grades are given out and you move on. After you graduate and get a nine-to-five job, there is no real end, and if there is, it typically means you’ve been fired. You take equal parts solace and grief in knowing that there’s no endpoint now, that this could be the way you spend your time day in and day out for the next five or ten years or forever.”
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“Things You’ll Miss About College” from Thought Catalog
(via britticisms)
Oh God. I never want uni to end (apparently).
(via secondgradefresh)
Neither. Ugh, real life, do not want.
(via unicornology)
Green is the colour? Green is the colour! Green is the colour.
That is all.
“One day a rain will come to wash away
The earth that held us was no island
I have become ingrown inside this skin
I’ll find a way out through those eyelids” —The Mars Volta - Since We’ve Been Wrong
The earth that held us was no island
I have become ingrown inside this skin
I’ll find a way out through those eyelids” —The Mars Volta - Since We’ve Been Wrong
“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.”
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via psychotherapy)
“Many people suffer from the fear of finding oneself alone, and so they don’t find themselves at all.”
—Rollo May, Man’s Search for Himself (via psychotherapy)
“By nature, we do not perceive ourselves or others accurately. We magnify the importance of ourselves and diminish that of others. In the beauty of a clear night, however, we look at the stars and feel ourselves small, unimportant, and at peace. On an objective scale, we sense our insignificance. Somehow the realization comforts us. The return of the illusion hurts us, takes our peace away, allows us to magnify slights, rejections, and humiliations as others challenge the illusion of our self-importance with theirs. It is in our human nature that this be so; it is our task to transcend it.”
—Barry Grosskopf, Hidden in Plain Sight (via psychotherapy)
“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.”
—Fulton Oursler (via psychotherapy)
Terrible Love
The National
and i can’t fall asleep
without a little help
it takes a while
to settle down
my ship of hopes
wait til the past lets by
it takes an ocean not to break
Listen
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dosed
