642. There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. || ‘Carpe jugulum’

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644. People don’t like change. But make the change happen fast enough and you go from one type of normal to another. || 'Making money'

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664. The worthwhile words don’t burn. (suggested by anon) || 'Carpe jugulum'

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Holliday Grainger | TIFF 2014

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Marcel Duchamp



James Basire, egyptian & greek script of the Rosetta Stone, 1810. Engraving.

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So look at the fleeting stars with fleeting eyes, and feel how the earth beneath you gives. It is all a temporary manifestation of particles and it is all unraveling to particulate silence. The bustle of the human day, will come, and will go. And then there will be night. But, how beautiful these moments within the dissolve. What a temporary perfection we can find in this passing world. Everything good, ever done, everything good that was done today; and all the good people doing it. And back, and back, and forward, and forward. All that beauty within a universe unraveling. Be proud of your place in the cosmos. And yet it is. How unlikely. How fantastic. And stupid. And excellent.

cecil making everyone cry (via curls-of-221b)



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this is what rom coms do to me

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I love you like a semicolon; a half-pause in a torrent of thought during which life stutters into being. I want to take you in the breathless spaces between ellipses where passion builds and shudders into a trailing afterthought.