April 2011
March 2011
“Ashima thinks it’s strange that her child will be born in a place most people enter either to suffer or to die. There is nothing comforting her in the off-white tiles of the floor, the off-white panels of the ceiling, the white sheets tucked tightly into the bed.”
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A dear friend suggest my life may be similar to that of a character portrayed by Billy Crystal
And now I as I try to sleep, I ponder…
your awesome! :]
I may have to double check your sources but I believe you are correct
Thank you!
I Miss You
Blink 182
I Miss You - Blink-182.
love love love
“Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby—awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.”
—Horseradish by Lemony Snicket (via eveyinbrunette)
“Craig, have you ever considered the fact that you might be an artist?”
“I have other stuff too,” —
“I have other stuff too,” —
“If I keep doing this for three more years, where will I be? I’ll be a complete loser. And what if I keep on? What if I do okay, live with the depression, get into college, do college, go to Grad School, get the job, get Kids and a Wife and a Nice Car? What kind of crap will I be in then? I’ll be completely crazy.”
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“Damn it, Bar, you can’t just sit around like some good-time Charlie, waiting for luck to see you through.”
“A good-time what?”
“A good-time Charlie. A loafer.”
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“Habitual drunkenness is usually, psychologists inform us, the result of the inability to accommodate oneself wholly to reality. It is often a vice in that unfortunate class of people who have imperfectly coordinated artistic facilities. They yearn vaguely for something other than the world they know but they lack the capacity to create a world nearer to their hearts’ desire. Still more, do they lack the capacity to attain a comprehensive vision of the beauty emanate in this world. Neither the art of escape nor the art of revelation is possible to them. Nevertheless they have perceptions they cannot use and impulses that never come to fruition. Drink, or some other drug, by relieving their sense of impotence an by blurring the unfriendly outlines of the real world brings them solace and becomes a necessity.”
—J.W.N. Sullivan, Beethoven: His Spiritual Development (via nevver)
