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just some words from a girl.
Aug 08
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unicornology:

semisetadrift:

“I’m a kid, that’s my job”

OMFG, MY FAVOURITE FAVOURITE SCENE FROM THE FILM. never fails to make you laugh. love you, john + macaulay.

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You can’t keep blaming yourself. Just blame yourself once, and move on.
— Homer Simpson [via] (via guy) (via delayprocrastinate) (via flickflickflicker) (via merricat) (via unicornology)
Aug 03
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She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered different. She did not suffer too much.
— A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, Betty Smith (via tryphena) (via atoms) (via unicornology)
Jul 06
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so you think you’re a failure, do you? Well, you probably are. What’s wrong with that? In the first place, if you’ve any sense at all you must have learned by now that we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. Go ahead and fail. But fail with wit, fail with grace, fail with style. A mediocre failure is as insufferable as a mediocre success. Embrace failure! Seek it out. Learn to love it. That may be the only way ay of us will ever be free.
— Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, Tom Robbins (via birdbaths) (via unicornology)
Apr 27
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The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.
— Chuck Palahniuk » Choke (via devincastro) (via homecoming) (via unicornology)
Apr 17
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Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide whether it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they’re deciding, make even more art.
— Andy Warhol (via austinkleon) (via jessicachu) (via quote-book) (via thvt) (via jumbledemotion) (via iwantmybearsuit) (via unicornology)
Apr 11
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When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One 1931-1934, Anaïs Nin (via expose) (via merricat) (via unicornology)
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…I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
— Haruki Murakami (via suzywire) (via atoms) (via merricat) (via unicornology)
Apr 08
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Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
Anaïs Nin (via mignonette) (via itbsb) (via digitalbath) (via merricat) (via unicornology)
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Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and I think this is where language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival; like, ‘water’ or ‘sabre-tooth tiger right behind you’— we came up with a sound for that. But what I think is really interesting is how we use the same symbols to communicate the abstract, intangible things that we’re experiencing. Like, what is frustration? Or what is anger, or love? When I say ‘love’, the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear, travels through this byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love—or lack of love—and they register what I am saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive can not be expressed; it’s unspeakable. And yet, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we have connected and we think we’re understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And I think that feeling might be transceived, but I think it’s what we live for.
— Waking Life (via sarahd) (via unicornology)