arul:

“There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.”- Albert Camus on Flickr.

fishingboatproceeds:

aliewa:

grouchythefish:

ladyofpurple:

I like how the original title for The Fault in Our Stars is all poetic and then the Norwegians just translated it to “fuck destiny” and I think that’s beautiful

Aw man, I thought for sure this had to be bullshit but nope


Why is it always Norway

Norway, a nation where you can put the word “fuck” on the cover of a young adult novel.

fishingboatproceeds:

aliewa:

grouchythefish:

ladyofpurple:

I like how the original title for The Fault in Our Stars is all poetic and then the Norwegians just translated it to “fuck destiny” and I think that’s beautiful

Aw man, I thought for sure this had to be bullshit but nope

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Why is it always Norway

Norway, a nation where you can put the word “fuck” on the cover of a young adult novel.


It’s those d o e  e y e s.

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cyborglovesong:

Velma is having none of your vampire shit today.

(via themaidenofthetree)


I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.


mspaintadventrues:

my favorite piano piece in the history of piano pieces

(via swivellingbecketts)

24,963 plays

1.01 // 5.01

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beesareidiots:

Kenneth’s tv no-no words

beesareidiots:

Kenneth’s tv no-no words

(via everything30rock)


I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my indifference to them. But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them. It took me a long time to learn that; now I know it.
Albert Camus, The First Man. (via acknowledgetheabsurd)

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
John Muir  (via heathenwoods)

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We philosophers and ‘free spirits’ feel ourselves irradiated as by a new dawn by the report that ‘the old God is dead;’ our hearts overflow with gratitude, astonishment, presentiment, and expectation. At last the horizon seems open once more, granting even that it is not bright; our ships can at last put out to sea in the face of every danger; every hazard is again permitted to the discerner; the sea, our sea, again lies open before us; perhaps never before did such an ‘open sea’ exist.
Nietzsche, The Gay Science, §333 (via fyeahnietzsche)

fyeahnietzsche:

Praise of aphorisms—A good aphorism is too hard for the tooth of time and is not consumed by all millennia, although it serves ever time for nourishment: thus it is the great paradox of literature, the intransitory amid the changing, the food that always remains esteemed, like salt, and never loses its savor, as even that does.”

—Nietzsche, Mixed Opinions and Maxims, §168


breakfastburritoe:

ordon-village:

stunningpicture:

Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

This is transcendental. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP FOR 3 DAYS

breakfastburritoe:

ordon-village:

stunningpicture:

Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

This is transcendental. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP FOR 3 DAYS

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