The world is divided between people who fear conflict, and those who seek it out. — (via magnificentruin)

And then you kill his pet goat…


And then you kill his pet goat…

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Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery. Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like an Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit (via wordsnquotes)

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Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Haruki Murakami


Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Haruki Murakami

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Never run when you can walk, never walk when you can stand, never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lay down, never lay down when you can sleep, and never pass a supply of clean water.

The Last Billboard

A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand. 

you can follow its tumblr here. 

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I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that. — Ernest Hemingway, Winner Take Nothing (via likeafieldmouse)

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I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved
— I saw a comment underneath this once, reading “furthermore, i wonder who would still catch me” (via meggordon)
Wow (via pehnumbra)

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The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

Car wouldn’t start.

One couldn’t
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,

This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment

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Some people will never “get you”. Do not spend eternity asking why. People will see you differently, just cherish those who lift your soul. — Dodinsky (via psych-facts)
I think that’s just it. The fearlessness of falling in love for the very first time, the boundless trust you deal out, the ideals of happy ever after. I think you only experience all that once. Thereafter, you’re careful. You fear rejection, trust comes so much harder and happy ever after becomes only something you can hope for. I don’t ask to be your first love, how could I fight fate or time or circumstance. But what I ask is in spite of being careful, in me you find it in you to be fearless, trusting, and in me you find your happy ever after.

Your Daily Love Quotes (via psych-facts)


have you ever known somebody so shitty they completely ruin that first name for you?

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The older I got the more all the dudes the same age around me, all these guys my age, they got angrier and angrier. There we were getting past the restraints of childhood, the numb madness of high school and the bewildering hangover of college, and instead of taking it in stride, we all seemed to get louder and angrier. Choosing to be chill, it didn’t leave you a lot of peers, and misunderstandings proliferated, but I couldn’t see much point in bad posture and venom politics. God didn’t seem to come down any faster. It was like getting black out drunk without the joy of alcohol. — (via howitzerliterarysociety)

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They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried. — Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried (via calodaemon)
A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil. — Tim O’Brien (The Things They Carried)