eatmashimaro:

Ahh, the migration of the rare golden retriever fish. What a rare and beautiful sight in nature.

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“The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only with the electric clocks, but the wind-up kind, too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again.

There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling, I had to believe whatever clocks said—and calendars”

— Excerpt From: Kurt, Vonnegut. “Slaughterhouse Five.”

humansofnewyork:

"I’m going to be an artist."
"Do you have any advice for other artists?"
"Don’t press down too hard with your crayons."

(via strategos)

Sometimes I lie on my back and catch the tail end of an arbitrary, harmless thought.

Inevitably, the innocent thought yanks down on a host of insecurities, and my mind avalanches. When a small noise from the real world interrupts, I feel as if I’m temporarily blinded and forget where I am for a few moments.

The older I get, the more situations I’m finding myself in where I have zero explanation for how some of my relationships have become the way they became.

Why do people change toward you?

Is it because you yourself have changed? Is it due to a past wrongdoing that wasn’t resolved all the way?

When you have somehow dusted together the courage to ask the other party why things have become the way they are, prepare to hear denial. At best, you may get a kind excuse (‘I’m just tired’).

But the worst part—the absolute *worst* part that I hope very few people have to experience—is when you realize that the other party genuinely does not care. You are quite far down on their list of priorities, right next to remembering to floss daily (which becomes marginally more important when the task of contacting you back floats dangerously near).

In my opinion, feeling that you are not worth giving time and energy and heart to… is much worse than actually being despised. At least when you’re hated, you know you have some quality that deserves negative attention. The indifferent shoulder does far more damage than the enraged fist.

So what do you do? Do you keep fighting, after several embarrassing attempts, to sustain what may have never even fully been there? Do you keep trying to remember the potential that relationship once had?

I’m not sure either. Why do you think I’m asking in the first place?

diaryofakanemem:

chopper05:

chicagobowls:


Deafblind Brazilian “watches” World Cup with the help of his friends - Video

THESE are real friends. Absolutely amazing.

Real friends right here

Awww this made my heart smile
diaryofakanemem:

chopper05:

chicagobowls:


Deafblind Brazilian “watches” World Cup with the help of his friends - Video

THESE are real friends. Absolutely amazing.

Real friends right here

Awww this made my heart smile
diaryofakanemem:

chopper05:

chicagobowls:


Deafblind Brazilian “watches” World Cup with the help of his friends - Video

THESE are real friends. Absolutely amazing.

Real friends right here

Awww this made my heart smile
diaryofakanemem:

chopper05:

chicagobowls:


Deafblind Brazilian “watches” World Cup with the help of his friends - Video

THESE are real friends. Absolutely amazing.

Real friends right here

Awww this made my heart smile
diaryofakanemem:

chopper05:

chicagobowls:


Deafblind Brazilian “watches” World Cup with the help of his friends - Video

THESE are real friends. Absolutely amazing.

Real friends right here

Awww this made my heart smile

diaryofakanemem:

chopper05:

chicagobowls:

Deafblind Brazilian “watches” World Cup with the help of his friends - Video

THESE are real friends. Absolutely amazing.

Real friends right here

Awww this made my heart smile

(via underneaththeseskies)

“The colonel dwelt in a vortex of specialists who were still specializing in trying to determine what was troubling him. They hurled lights in his eyes to see if he could see, rammed needles into nerves to hear if he could feel. There was a urologist for his urine, a lymphologist for his lymph, an endocrinologist for his endocrines, a psychologist for his psyche, a dermatologist for his derma; there was a pathologist for his pathos, a cystologist for his cysts, and a bald and pedantic cetologist from the zoology department at Harvard who had been shanghaied ruthlessly into the Medical Corps by a faulty anode in an I.B.M. machine and spent his sessions with the dying colonel trying to discuss Moby Dick with him.”
— Excerpt From: Heller, Joseph. “Catch-22.” Simon and Schuster.

Johnny Express
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“The best children’s books aren’t the ones that impart moral lessons. The best children’s books are the ones that plant indelible memories and teach by way of detail: Madeline’s removed appendix; the ‘grisly’ pigeon that Eloise yells at until he flies over to the Sherry-Netherland. Who knows what a young reader will glom onto and why; a growing mind is populated arbitrarily.”
Alice Gregory remembers her favorite book as a child: http://nyr.kr/1rrDISG (via newyorker) (via ashketchumm)

(via strategos)

When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.

The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.

— Excerpt From: David Foster Wallace. “Brief Interviews With Hideous Men: Stories.”