we are trying to survive in a world where we die

They would never really know who I was when I die, cause no one knew me well enough when I was alive

[le-bronzage-est-delicieux]

[aaaangel444]

[poeticpicturism]

[cravingforplacesthat-dontexist]

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted shortcuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly re-spawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.

[cravingforplacesthat-dontexist]

To be nobody but

yourself in a world

which is doing its best day and night to make you like

everybody else means to fight the hardest battle

which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.

E.E. Cummings

[podcastwizard]

some royal jewels were stolen from the louvre which is unfortunate for historical reasons but you gotta appreciate a classic crime. so many crimes are online these days it’s nice to see heist culture is still alive

[marqotrobbie]

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Where are you? And im so sorry. I cannot sleep, i cannot dream tonight.

[philosophybits]

“When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.”

— Albert Camus, The First Man

[mournfulroses]

Elton Glaser, from a poem titled “And In The Afternoons I Botanized,” featured in Parnassus

[nothingbutloveforyou]

want to get wine drunk and kiss you for a couple hours

[mr-dalliard-ive-gone-peculiar]

Monty Python’s Flying Circus ~ Series 2, Episode 8

[greelin]

are you there god? it’s me. what the actual fuck

[hobbithouses]

[systemic-dreams]

there's a lady on the train knitting so aggressively and quickly that her needles clack like some sort of cartoon character and I am super intimidated

[systemic-dreams]

she smashed out a shawl in like 35 minutes and now she’s aggressively eating a sandwich. i cant

[systemic-dreams]

that sandwich is gone. packet of chips? gone. fuel for the knitting machine that she is. she’s at it again

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_by Graham dean

[her-minds-a-mess]

sorry what did you say i was too busy thinking about kissing you

[marqotrobbie]

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Where are you? And im so sorry. I cannot sleep, i cannot dream tonight.