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MY FUCKING TEARS!!!
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hold a balloon the same way again…
I’LL NEVER LET GO A BALLOON AGAIN!
I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.
I woke up thinking a very pleasant thought. There is lots left in the world to read. — Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist (via ramblingandmeandering)
People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life. If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen. They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee. So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself. — George Carlin (via suzywire)
(Source: blknymph, via booklover)
Oh Pixar, I see what you did there..
OH MY GOD THE LAST ONE
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When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world. — Mary Oliver, from “When Death Comes” (via bookoasis)