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Today I feel like two different people inside, who are more or less the same, and their pain is so impossibly tolerable that it is difficult to look at.
Martin Scorsese and Wes Anderson hanging out.
God(s)
(via cussyeah-wesanderson)
“Suppose we read the Times; suppose we argue. It is an experience. Suppose it is winter. The snow falling load down the roof and seals us together in a red cave. The pipes have burst. We stand a yellow tin bath in the middle of the room. We rush helter-skelter for basins. Look there- it has burst again over the bookcase. We shout with laughter at the sight of the ruin. Let solidity be destroyed. Let us have no possessions.” — The Waves - Virginia Woolf
(Source: aconversationoncool)
“Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.” — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania)
Robbie & Marty.
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” — Neil Gaiman (via boxofoctaves)
(via bookmania)
