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I like how looney tunes were like “wouldn’t it be funny if a cute cartoon character suddenly yelled extremely loud and furiously in a totally regular man’s voice” and then they just used that gag a million times and it always was funny
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To live fully, outwardly and inwardly, not to ignore external reality for the sake of the inner life, or the reverse–that’s quite a task. And don’t take yourself too seriously either; and now goodnight.
Etty Hillesum, fom a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork
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I SPENT THE PAST 2 DAYS, COMPLETELY ENVELOPED IN THE BIGGEST “JK” EVER I NEED THE THIRD BOOK NOW AND HOLY PLOT TWISTS 400 PAGES OF LIES MY LIFE IS SO BACKWARDS RIGHT NOW I NEED THE THIRD BOOK
Do you see? Do you understand? I love it, the whole wild, senseless, confused, dying mess of my life, and I don’t even know why.
James Wright, from a letter to Susan Allen featured in A Wild Perfection: The Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
My life seems so devoid of importance that if I don’t make it my duty to tell you all about everything, nothing seems interesting to me any longer.
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre featured in Letters To Sartre
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I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
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I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
Helena Bonham Carter (via lazypacific)
It is your duty in life to save your dream.
Amedeo Modigiani (via wnq-art)
I want to sit on the edge of your bed while you have your breakfast—I want to laugh with you, dress up in curtains, be incredibly silly, be incredibly happy, be like children, and I want to kiss you more than anything in the world,…
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to George Dillon featured in “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed; The Loves and Love Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay,”
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I cannot give superficially, can only form vital, deep attachments to a few. I hold back from the casual flow.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1920-1923
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I want to cry — let loose some way — And alone — it seems I must just stare into space…
Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
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