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You cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it. You must...– Albert Einstein (via crashinglybeautiful)
I brought me up the stairs without a sound, no one around, trembling toes in my shoes as I ascended to the porch to wait for a warmth that would be less than welcome.
(SNOW) OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, Sy J. Abudu The following is cited verbatim from Sy’s website: Even though I’ve lived in New York for almost three years now, I’m still a Los Angelan at heart; waking up and seeing snow at the window is still an amazingly shocking sight for me to see, and one definitely worth filming. I shot this short flick out my dorm window in the West Village....
Doggy Sing-Along to Mozart SO ADORABLE. AH WANT. LOVE. SO MUCH LOVE. Thanks @thfondak for sending this my way!
I came in with Halley’s Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year, and I...– Mark Twain, 1909. He was born in November, 1835, just two weeks after the comet passed by Earth. In April 1910, he died of a heart attack, the day after the comet passed again. (via mparis) (via partywithawaterglass) (via smellslikesunshine) (via msodradek) Wow.
Puzzle the word together on your glass hands before they shatter and the pieces fall, the progress you made colliding with the floor.
Poets are simply those who have made a profession and a lifestyle of being in...– Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth, p. 148
J.D. Salinger was this guy, he was a writer I think. He wrote this book, it was...– J.D. Salinger - Uncyclopedia, the content-free encyclopedia
She awoke to the silence of her own breathing, and though still tired she could no longer sleep.
Love itself is a pain, you might say—the pain of being truly alive.– Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth, p. 257
A flight with someone else’s wings is borrowed experience that neither mind or muscle will remember.
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Wish You Well, Bernard Fanning
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I...– James Joyce (via shaneguiter) (via korut) (via crashinglybeautiful)
“Speak, tell me—what is it—what makes you act; why do you speak so, how so very out of turn?”
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copycats: I Can’t Make You Love Me by Prince...
“I saw the lights—the shining reflection paved into the stone outside your window—I needed to know why they were there, I see them every day when I walk home from work, in the darkness of that street your lights are the only illumination, please tell me why they are there, and how are they in so many beautiful colors?”
[I]f you follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been...– Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth, with Bill Moyers, p. 150
When words fail, I do not fail in my abilities or because of my knowledge; a constructed language fails to sum up all that the world naturally does right, which words can never accurately describe.
From Middle English Lyrics: 231 I have laborede sore and suffered deth, And now I rest and draw my breth. But I schall come and call right sone* Hevene and erth and hell to domeº; And thane schall know both devil and man What I was and what I am. — Glosses: *soon ºjudgment
oldhollywood: Henry Mancini - Pink Panther...
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chr0n1x: Song 46 - Norah Jones - Back To...
Your Protector, Fleet Foxes She left a week to...
chr0n1x: Song 55 - Cake - Shadow Stabbing ...
The people go away when the shadows come out, and the shadows return when the people are too scared to sleep.
The way I see fantasy is not a way to escape reality but to articulate reality....– Guillermo del Toro, Source
I do think there is far more an immoral position in creating a movie like Free...– Guillermo del Toro, Source
copycats: At Last by Christina Aguilera ...
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Writing is a process of repeated failures until success rises from its ashes.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Uriel
It fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin’d itself Into calendar months and days. This was the lapse of Uriel, Which in Paradise befell. Once, among the Pleiads walking, Sayd overheard the young gods talking; And the treason, too long pent, To his ears was evident. The young deities discuss’d Laws of form, and metre just, ...