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MY FAVORITE POST EVER
I loved the silhouettes of people. The outline of their curves, the beauty laced into their skin. I loved the shadows more than the actual people. The darkness more than light. Maybe because I was so used to them leaving, or maybe because I never wanted to picture them as people at all. But you see, as soon as they are real as soon as they have eyes that tell stories and lips that curve into a smile, you begin to let down your walls. You donât see them as dark shadows anymore, you see them as the sun in the sky. And that is something you can never reverse.
lostâhorizons (via wnq-writers)
I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is, above all, to matter and to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.
Leo Rosten (via thequotejournals)
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is this Dark Water?
This is a Jack Handey quote, actually. People talk about certain writers shitposting before shitposting was a thing, but Jack Handey practically invented shitposting. He wrote these short nonsense one liners and they published them in the National Lampoon and played them on SNL in the 90s. Thereâs a shit ton of them and they all sound like shitposts. Hereâs just a few:
âI hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they donât just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.â
âContrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. Itâs a shark riding on an elephantâs back, just trampling and eating everything they see.â
âTo me, itâs always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, âHey, can you give me a hand?,â you can say, âSorry, got these sacks.ââ
âIf you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? Iâd say Flippy, wouldnât you? Youâd be wrong, though. Itâs Hambone.â
âI think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. Â They look and look, but you know what? Â They never find him. Â And you know why they never find him? Â It doesnât say. Â The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Â Then, at the very end, thereâs a page you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid.â
âIf trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? Â We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.â
âIf youâre an ant, and youâre walking along across the top of a cup of pudding, you probably have no idea that the only thing between you and disaster is the strength of that pudding skinâ
âI wish I lived on a planet that had two sunsâregular sun and ârogueâ sun. That way, when somebody asked me what time it was, Iâd say, âRegular time?â And theyâd say, âYeah.â Â And Iâd say, âSorry, all I have is rogue time.â Â Itâd be fun to be a stuck-up rogue-time guy.â
âIf youâre a cowboy, and youâre dragging a guy behind your horse, I bet it would really make you mad if you looked back and the guy was reading a magazine.â
âI hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in my brain, because later you might think youâre having a good idea but itâs just eggs hatching.â
âIf your friend is already dead, and being eaten by vultures, I think itâs okay to feed some bits of your friend to one of the vultures, to teach him to do some tricks. Â But ONLY if youâre serious about adopting the vulture.â
âIf you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe youâll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.â
âWe tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. Â But we canât scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.â
There were so many of these, and they were all hilarious. Still are.
âIt takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.â
âThe face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.â
âI bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.â Â
âAnytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.â
âThe memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember weâd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. Iâm not sure where weâd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called âDad.â Weâd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.â
âIf a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is âGod is crying.â And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is âProbably because of something you did.â
âIs there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And heâs carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also heâs carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, youâre drunk.â Â
yeah iâm beautiful but where is my mental stability???
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Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.
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Iâm dead at his face in the last one like âDid you even try?â
And then when he gets pushed heâs like âWait no let him try!â
his composure is just everything I aspire to be
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CHARLES IS THE BEST OMG
Like how he stands there as if, âOkay, Iâll be perfectly still and weâll see if you can hit me this time. Come on, it is like Iâm giving you a head start.â Heâs more annoyed with his cuff link than the wanna be assassin.
FOREVER REBLOGGING THIS.
THIS is how you deal with terrorists
Even if you go down you did it with dignity.
You all do know who his mother is right? You know the woman who stayed home during the bombing of London and drove Jeeps in WW2. They are trained to be final boss overlord level composed at age 2.
U donât fuck with the Queen
His sister, Princess Anne, was the victim of an attempted kidnapping. The guy pointed a gun at her and told her to get out her car. She replied: âNot bloody likely.â And tried to kick him.
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The Boy Who Stole The Moon (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1QNRdMQ "You are my sun," she breathed him in and exhaled slowly, "Without you... Without you I am nothing but pride and ire." -- COMING SOON (Summer 2016)
The Boy Who Stole The Moon (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1P4T4Yd "You are my sun," she breathed him in and exhaled slowly, "Without you... Without you I am nothing but pride and ire." -- COMING SOON (Summer 2016)
I didnât want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didnât want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.
Jenny Han, Itâs Not Summer Without You (via wordsnquotes)
Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via wordsnquotes)
im a hoe but a shy hoe. a shoe
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitolâs plans. The symbol of the rebellion. x
She was the Sun, you the Earth, me the Moon. My world revolves around you, but yours encircles her. You see me as only a reflection of her light, something to look at when she is away. Still I look at you like youâre the center of the universe, because you are the center of my universe.
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Mark me like a passage from your favorite book, then open me there again and again.
Tammy Brewer, Literary Sexts (via wordsnquotes)