December 2010
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“I believe that the very purpose of life is to be happy. From the very core of...”
– Dalai Lama (via illuminatedbeing)
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Someday
"Someday things will be better," said he.
"But how?" asked she. "I'm still relying on my misguided sense of unused direction."
"Things will be better," promised he, "Because someday I will take you far away from here, where the people don't weep and there are records playing."
"A place without sadness?" she asked.
"There is sadness," said he, "But even the sadness is beautiful."
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Hyme a L’amour by Edith Piaf.
twostepsaway asked: I kind of fell in love with your blog at page one. Have a happy new year! :)
twostepsaway asked: I kind of fell in love with your blog at page one. Have a happy new year! :)
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“Advertising is based on one thing, happiness. And you know what happiness is?...”
– Don Draper, Mad Men
“They lived in the darkness and existed only in the darkness and they were the...”
– Dysphoria
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“But your lips when we speak are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on...”
– Girl Inform Me by The Shins
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The Delineation Between "Gifted" and "Different"
To say someone is different is a dramatic statement not to be taken lightly. It means that they obey rules and have talents that are separate from the norm. They are separated from the populace and created to exist in their own category. They are not tied down by the laws that normal people follow. They are an outsider but they also have a skill set that gives them an advantage over the average...
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The greatest intimacy is honesty.
grainlikegoosebumps:
I’m pretty sure I could write for hours about how I just want to get out of here.
Do it. J. D. Salinger did it and look where it got him.
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“Forrest came to me very early with questions about death; he was only four....”
– Spalding Gray
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Listen
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We spiraled different ways, like the glittering...
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I can’t fall down, I can’t sit up. My body’s is just a pile of clocks. My brain is just a pile of locks. My heart is just an empty jam jar filled with tea water. Oh what is it to care, when the mountains falls to their knees? Oh, what is it to smile? Tell me your secret, that dormant creature just beneath the swaying fronds of that laughing willow you call your facade.
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“Oh, no, nobody taught them to love slow. They’re crying out at the streets...”
– Barcelona
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“It was the first day off in a long time.”
– Spalding Gray, Swimming To Cambodia
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