1. There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.

    — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers (via finegoodsandfinefolks)

    (Source: saltandsteel)

  2. m-d-m-a-zing:

Uma Thurman lighting a cigarette in “Pulp Fiction”

    m-d-m-a-zing:

    Uma Thurman lighting a cigarette in “Pulp Fiction”

  3. Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.

    — Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via 366quotes)

  4. 19 April 2014

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    samdesoto:

Prepping for the holidaze

    samdesoto:

    Prepping for the holidaze

  5. neveryourb0yfriend:

    sext: so what Brand New song makes you feel the most dead inside?

    shut up. this is it.

  6. nevver:

It’s Friday night

aaaaand every other night.

    nevver:

    It’s Friday night

    aaaaand every other night.

  7. There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
    incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

    In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

    — Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)

    (Source: liquidnight)

  8. nevver:

Gabriel García Márquez, RIP

    nevver:

    Gabriel García Márquez, RIP

  9. … And that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

    — One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

    (Source: themoonisgreen)

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  11. tarahtypes:

She’s mad but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire. -Bukowski
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    tarahtypes:

    She’s mad but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire. -Bukowski

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