A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
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A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
My life extends far beyond the limitations of ‘me.’
Narrator, Cloud Atlas (via theemotionmachine)
Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
Pass it on! Cloud Atlas is one of my favourite movies why haven’t I done more for it
I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.
Robert Frobisher, Cloud Atlas (via sonqsof)
No matter what you do, it will never amount to anything more than a single drop in a limitless ocean.
I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh...hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????
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Aizawa is always so covered up from neck to toe that when the smallest thing comes off, everyone notices it eue
he's being upgraded from handcrusher to murderer and this development concerns him deeply.
Chapter 241:
All I could think of during this moment was -
Mary Shelley began writing her novel Frankenstein when she was only 18 years old. It started one night in Switzerland during a party with her friends, where they challenged each other to write a ghost story. Out of that simple challenge she created one of the most beloved monsters in history.
Alfred asked him how therapy went
I hate philosophy
If you think die
this is a philosophy tho
todos somos Rita en algún momento
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