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[story-dj]

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

Jack Kerouac (via story-dj)

[gossipinq]

For every fork in the road, there are often two paths from which to choose: the one you “should” take and the one you want to take. Take the second. Always take the second.

The Universe (via gossipinq)

[rudecatsgo]

This boy has found his cat alive in the ruins of his home in Gaza.

[wordsnquotes]

You’re alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn’t lived it?

Edward Albee (via wordsnquotes)

[time-slipsaway]

[ghostyrd]

[andreiguruianu-deactivated20160]

Art holds time in its pocket like a wild card.

Andrei Guruianu (via andreiguruianu)

[wordspicturesthoughts]

Some people feel the rain– others just get wet.

Bob Dylan (via wordspicturesthoughts)

[aliveandfullofjoy]

The decay of the body is irreversible. Death is non-negotiable. After that, what’s left? Stories. But not just the stories as the storytellers remember them and then recounted them to others: the stories that people adapt from other people’s stories, which then are retold, remade, and handed down, until only their essence remains. The Grand Budapest Hotel treats storytelling itself as an inheritance, bequeathed to anyone who’s willing to listen, feel, and remember, and then repeat the story with whatever embellishments are necessary to personalize it and make it mean something to the teller. … Life destroys. Art preserves.

Matt Zoller Seitz’s brilliant deconstruction of The Grand Budapest Hotel. [x] (via aliveandfullofjoy)

[432hzvibes]

perhaps we’re all prone to

possession

by an unconsciousness teetering on the border of sanity and total madness

i watch the calendars burn hoping chronos is hearing my thoughts

life goes on like a series of scenes in an indie movie

vibrating with a silent chaos as the sun and the moon eternally wage war

with twinches of melancholy

and moments of relief like when i saw your smile

drawing me still into a trance

like a campfire in the night

and maybe the original architects have been gone for a long time but we don’t want to accept it - building places of worship out of remnants of their echoes trying to live forever

but fuck all that

because i see their light in your eyes you carry a vibration resonating to

a symbol yet to be invented encompassing the totality

of all that is

so let’s pass our time chasing thunderstorms

instead of harnessing more green energy

so we can watch the rain tap the windshield and curl up under blankets in the backseat of the car without a care or worry in the world watching horror movies on my phone

witnessing the world slowly melting away

#poetry.black - #darkbeautymag

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Girl, Interrupted (1999) dir. by James Mangold: “You’re a lazy, self-indulgent little girl who is driving herself crazy. And you’re throwing it all away.”

[ohlovequotes]

The most memorable people in life will be the friends who loved you when you weren’t very lovable.

Aidan Chambers (via joshpeck)

[thirtysecondstoechelon]

Winona Ryder - 1994

[alliebringsthepop]

I definitely check my phone for texts a lot—like, “Did anyone text me? Is anyone thinking about me? Does anyone love me?” I have that sort of wrist action—you know, when you have your phone upside down on the table, and there’s this little flip of the wrist you can do to look if there are any texts on the screen. It’s a very specific wrist muscle that I think has only been developed in the last five or eight years. 

Spike Jonze

[berlinartparasites-blog]

“Stop minimizing and discounting your feelings. You have every right to feel the way you do. Your feelings may not always be logical, but they are always valid. Because if you feel something, then you feel it and it’s real to you. It’s not something you can ignore or wish away. It’s there, gnawing at you, tugging at your core, and in order to find peace, you have to give yourself permission to feel whatever it is you feel. You have to let go of what you’ve been told you “should” or “shouldn’t” feel. You have to drown out the voices of people who try to shame you into silence. You have to listen to the sound of your own breathing and honor the truth inside you. Because despite what you may believe, you don’t need anyone’s validation or approval to feel what you feel. Your feelings are inherently right and true. They’re important and they matter — you matter — and it is more than okay to feel what you feel. Don’t let anyone, including yourself, convince you otherwise.” —Daniell Koepke #TodaysMantra painting (detail) by Thomas Donaldson

[berlinartparasites-blog]

“I like the idea that the mountains are in a way almost archetyped in the shape of a city. And it is a funny thing, if you notice when we build cities like New York, we all do them in cliff shapes – I think that is for a reason. I think that we are sworn to mountain shapes as like instinctive areas of protection. And we kind of build our cities as echoes of the forms of mountains” —artist Robert Montgomery

[literaryjukebox]

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A philosophy without heart and a faith without intellect are abstractions from the true life of knowledge and faith. The man whom philosophy leaves cold, and the man whom real faith does not illuminate, may be assured that the fault lies in them, not in knowledge and faith. The former is still an alien to philosophy, the latter an alien to faith.

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (August 27, 1770–November 14, 1831) in Encyclopedia of the Philosophical Sciences

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