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don't think twice it's all right.

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haha

daisuki onee chan <3

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Swearing is a really important part of one’s life. It would be impossible to imagine going through life without swearing, and without enjoying swearing. There used to be mad, silly, prissy people who used to say swearing was a sign of a poor vocabulary. It is such utter nonsense. The people I know who swear the most tend to have the widest vocabularies, and the kind of person who says swearing is a sign of a poor vocabulary usually have a poor vocabulary themselves. The sort of twee person who thinks swearing is in any way a sign of a lack of education or a lack of verbal interest is just a fucking lunatic. I haven’t met anybody who’s truly shocked at swearing… really. They’re only shocked on behalf of other people. Well, you know, that’s preposterous. Or they say, “It’s not necessary,” as if that should stop one doing it. It’s not necessary to have coloured socks, it’s not necessary for this cushion to be here, but is anyone going to write in and say, “I was shocked to see that cushion there, it really wasn’t necessary”? No. Things not being necessary is what makes life interesting. The little extras in life.

so it turns out Stephen Fry can say pretty much the same thing except beautifully (via vondell-swain)

[syntheticphilosophy]

The human being is not just a being defined by being thrown into the world. It is also one who can throw off that thrown condition in a movement where it seizes hold of its possibilities, where it acts in a concrete situation. This movement is what Heidegger calls projection (Entwurf) and it is the very experience of what Heidegger will call, later in Being and Time, freedom. Freedom is not an abstract philosophical concept. It is the experience of the human being demonstrating its potential through acting in the world. To act in such a way is to be authentic.

Simon Critchley,  Being and Time, part 4: Thrown into this world (via syntheticphilosophy)

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same

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I would willingly consent to sacrifice everything for the one I loved, but I would never want to exist through him — the sentimental blackmail which pushes women to see in the one they love someone designated to carry the burden which they are too weak to bear… The truest love is expressed by Goethe: “I love you, is it any of your concern?”

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry (via easymomentsandobsession)

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All the things we love

We love alone

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bez si nekam tvl :DD

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One beautiful and exhausting hike

[blacktout]

Doctors and kind relations will finally make it so that mankind will grow dull, mediocrity will be considered genius, and civilization will die out.

Anton Chekhov, “The Black Monk” (via blacktout)

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[taeglichezitate]

Wer A sagt, der muss nicht B sagen. Er kann auch erkennen, dass A falsch war.

Bertolt Brecht (via taeglichezitate)

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[thesesunflowerdays]

I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via thesesunflowerdays)

[wordswithinyou]

Time to leave now, get out of this room, go somewhere, anywhere; sharpen this feeling of happiness and freedom, stretch your limbs, fill your eyes, be awake, wider awake, vividly awake in every sense and every pore.

Stefan Zweig (via wordswithinyou)

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Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (1967)