Sunday, September 21, 2014

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Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are. Marcel Duchamp (via hnnhmcgrth)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction)

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad. Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via living-my-life-recklessly)
travalicious:

i feel like this is what would happen if pokemon gym leaders were real

travalicious:

i feel like this is what would happen if pokemon gym leaders were real

We were going through the photos from my friends’ wedding reception and it would appear that I am only present as a blurry creep face in the distant background of a few. It’s perfect.

Saturday, September 20, 2014
prettycolors:

#cbe2da

prettycolors:

#cbe2da

Fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gifts of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over. Neil Gaiman- Fahrenheit 451 Introduction  (via taurielsilvan)

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 Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials? // Logically, I would have to say no.

 Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials? // Logically, I would have to say no.

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Friday, September 19, 2014
theantidote:

Carson Ellis
Thursday, September 18, 2014
saltwaterandink:

quicksandbuddy:

Egyptian mythology is best mythology

ISIS
NO

saltwaterandink:

quicksandbuddy:

Egyptian mythology is best mythology

ISIS

NO

(Source: lunacswitchyblog)