(Source: disneydeviants, via believies)
(Source: thelandofmonsterscomics, via believies)
Bad Subject/Verb Agreement Still Make(s) Good Fortune. If the grammatical life still counts for something, I would recommend re-writing this as: “It’s not the years in your life that count, but the life in your years.”
"But your solitude will be a support
and a home for you,
even in the midst of very
unfamiliar circumstances,
and from it you will find all your paths."
Rainer Maria Rilke (via autobibliography)
fellowship of the erin; or, how to not study for the GRE
This was a man, dressed as a plant, making pigeon noises at people walking by. I said hello, asked if it was okay to take his picture, and then asked why he was dressed as a plant. He said, “I’m just working through some stuff. Thank you for asking. No ones asked yet.”
(via pizza)
"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."
Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via larmoyante)
(via ache)
"There is always something, a remnant, which will never come out from your brain, but will remain there with you, and you alone, for ever and ever, and you will die, perhaps, without having imparted what may be the very essence of your idea to a single living soul."
The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via autobibliography)
(Source: normalhumanparanoia, via autobibliography)
(Source: shutterbuggery, via lizzywingf)
"What I would call living
is pure idiocy:
speak and be burned."
Mary Ruefle, from “Alive and on Earth” in The Adamant (via proustitute)
(via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: browndresswithwhitedots, via thatkindofwoman)
WTF SOMEONE GET ME THE YEEZUS LINK PLEASE PLEASE
