Why was I born among mirrors? The day walks in circles around me, and the...– Federico García Lorca, from “Song of the Barren Oak Tree,” trans. W. S. Merwin (via lonelinessispornography)
There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow...– Charles Bukowski (via seabois)
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get...– Stephen King (via soul-river)
Remarkable is the ting-yin, where the vacillating movement of the finger should...– (via dylanknightrogers)
Never trust a Troglotroll.– Walter Moers
Here are the top hundred words (from tv scripts) in alphabetical order: ...
“You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my...– Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via acallingdivine)
dylanknightrogers: True genius without heart is a thing of nought — for not great understanding alone, not intelligence alone, nor both together, make genius. Love! Love! Love! that is the soul of genius. — Nikolaus Joseph von Jacquin
There is a fine line between a honest person and a cruel person.
I plan to show that we understand the software of life by creating true...– J. Craig Venter - A Life Decoded (via lautir)
When Bach died it was not him but his sons who were considered to be the masters...– Glenn Gould (via dylanknightrogers)
ennuye: one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was
The Firefly and the Beetle →
The firefly said to the beetle as he ate a piece of cake, “Living in your manner is a grave mistake. You work all day and sleep all night, But I’m blessed with the power of holy light.” The beetle laughed and said wise and slow, “I’m afraid there are things you just don’t know. When the witching hour comes out to play, When the night clock really starts to sway, That’s when beetles get out their...
I fixated on this notion that our ideas of romantic love are created for us by...– Joss Whedon (on Much Ado)
I’m not an environmentalist. I’m an Earth warrior.– Darryl Cherney, Smithsonian, April 1990 (via twentyfirstcenturyvagabond)
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.– Rainer Maria Rilke, from A Book for the Hours of Prayer, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
PhD in Everything: Pathetic Fallacy →
phdineverything: When you’re having a bad day, sometimes it feels like there should be a storm cloud over your head, dumping cold acidic rain on your soul. In other words, it would be metaphoric if the rain always mimicked your emotions. But alas, the world and the weather does not revolve around you, nor do the oceanic tides, air pressure changes, or wind currents care if your boyfriend...