"Work hard, stay humble."
"For the survivor who chooses to testify, it is clear: his duty is to bear witness for the dead and for the living. He has no right to deprive future generations of a past that belongs to our collective memory. To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time."
Elie Wiesel, Night (via bookmania)
untitled by cosmic_parachute on Flickr.
"This isn’t tofu we’re dealing with, stones tend to be heavy."
Colonel Sanders - Kafka on the Shore
Day 317/365 ~ I Must Belong Somewhere by Amanda Mabel on Flickr.
"In ancient times people weren’t just male or female, but one of three types male/male, male/female, or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everybody in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male, and female, the up shot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing other half."
Kafka on the Shore
let things come to you by pope saint victor on Flickr.
(Source: wishtobeabigcactus, via allisonelisabeta)
"Texting and driving at the same time, is like jerking off and juggling at the same time. Too many balls in the air if you catch my drift… ."
Robin Williams
untitled by lesser bear on Flickr.
another story by i enrapture on Flickr.
Time temporarily stopped here. One forgets to breathe, looking at such enchanting pieces of life. So fragile, if touched they would shatter into tiny pieces of gold, and eventually dust. Butterflies gathered at their feet, while crickets violently played music loud enough for the gods to hear. Fireflies made a wall of light, dancing in merriment at the companionship. Hands intertwined, love brooding from fingertips, but unknown to the mind. Hearts beating from both excitement, and touch. They danced in circles to the music of the sea of grass, laughing in the night, under the moon.
If storm clouds hovered in the near future, they didn’t dare approach on a night like this. Even if rain passed through to visit, no one could sabotage this jubilant celebration.
The girl with the golden hair, and the boy danced tonight to feel.
No longer were they numb.
No longer were they alone.
"But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
-Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via highersynthesis)
tattoo bitches.
(via silicates)
