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Ask me anything   Submit   "You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance and write poems and suffer and understand, for all of that is life." J. Krishnamurti

"The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not."
Albert Camus (via bloodisthenewblackk)

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"I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything."
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via moon-glint)

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Dedicated to Henry Charles Bukowski: Gamblers All →

henrycharlesbukowski:

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the
newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your
wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,
like millions of others you enter the arena once more.


you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you
punch
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will
somehow
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful
and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and all so different.

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes.

it’s been a tough fight worth fighting
as we all drive along
betting on another day.

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aubade:

A boy sits amid the ruins of a London bookshop following an air raid on October 8, 1940, reading a book titled “The History of London”.

aubade:

A boy sits amid the ruins of a London bookshop following an air raid on October 8, 1940, reading a book titled “The History of London”.

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sheerrri:


One day the Taliban will probably succeed in killing me. I am resigned to this fate. But for as long as I am alive, I will not rest in my desire to lead my people out an abyss of corruption and poverty. For this reason, I am running for the Afghan presidency in 2014. I was born a girl who should have died. But if God wills it, I may die having become the first female president of a country I love and a country that will finally see all of its children—both boys and girls—born into peace and security, not violence and war.

Fawzia Koofi, Afghanistan’s first female parliamentarian. 

sheerrri:

One day the Taliban will probably succeed in killing me. I am resigned to this fate. But for as long as I am alive, I will not rest in my desire to lead my people out an abyss of corruption and poverty. For this reason, I am running for the Afghan presidency in 2014. I was born a girl who should have died. But if God wills it, I may die having become the first female president of a country I love and a country that will finally see all of its children—both boys and girls—born into peace and security, not violence and war.

Fawzia Koofi, Afghanistan’s first female parliamentarian. 

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"The question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others crazy?"
Albert Einstein (via eletheowl)
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"Year-end is neither an end nor beginning, but it happens with all the wisdom, experience can instill in us."
Hal Borland (via yearslater)

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