February 2012
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‘It’s true. There aren’t any new words. Our job is to give new meanings and...
– Haruki Murakami (via unnamablerevelations)
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I...
– Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via thecryingbench)
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To believe is to suffer; like loving someone in the dark, you can never see...
– The Seventh Seal, Ingmar Bergman
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The Beach Boys in the most unmusical place on the...
I saw The Beach Boys performing at that ridiculous sham, The Grammy’s. It was amazing to me, to see them reuniting like this… but the setting was… kind of disturbing. Somehow I didn’t like seeing them performing at such an event. Their music, weighed against everything else that is being celebrated there… man. And the shots of the audience during the performance!!...
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Beautifully honest belief in art
What the bard Jeremiah did for me, is probably the most unbelievably selfless and loving act I’ve ever experienced first hand. Years ago, he heard me sing to him on the phone. Immediately, he proclaimed that I had music in me, music that had to be made, and he told me he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen. And he did. With nothing in it for him, but to hear the...
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Jealous of Bob Ross
How exactly does one go about procuring a baby squirrel for a pet?
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Manufactured Romance
Boyfriend: Valentines day is coming up. So uh...
Me: Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we're not doing anything for it.
Boyfriend: I'm not going to get in trouble for not doing anything am I?
Me: No. Because we're not doing it.
When I say no about something, I actually mean it... I'm not one of those "Don't bring presents to my birthday" - and then get pissed off when someone doesn't bring presents kind of people, ah la Ben Stiller on Curb Your Enthusiasm. It's kind of a cliche to talk badly about Valentines day... I always see more people complaining about it, and calling it stupid, than I do see people who celebrate and enjoy it. But still. Canned romance? Who needs it.
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Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative...
– East of Eden by John Steinbeck