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afterdinneromelettes:

from my window i can hear someone playing an incredibly beautiful piece of music on the piano in my hall’s common room but i can also see a bunch of people hotboxing in some car whose alarm keeps going off and this is all further evidence that my college isn’t actually a real place

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Spirit animal/cartoon

Spirit animal/cartoon

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22 is the worst. 23 is rough too. Who the fuck said twenty something’s had it going on?

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nevver:

“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.”
Edward Hopper

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amandaonwriting:

Quotable - Martin Amis, born 25 August 1949

I like this

amandaonwriting:

Quotable - Martin Amis, born 25 August 1949

I like this

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love-mireille-enos:

Mireille Enos, Photographed by Joe Quinto

So in Love with this lady

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sourcedumal:

Suzanne is so wise, y’all. Don’t sleep on her wisdom

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Reblogged from humansofnewyork
humansofnewyork:

"After a job, there should be a moment of reflection, but it’s easy to go beyond that moment and start living in the past. There are a lot of actors out there who haven’t worked in a year, but still talk about their last job as if it was yesterday."

humansofnewyork:

"After a job, there should be a moment of reflection, but it’s easy to go beyond that moment and start living in the past. There are a lot of actors out there who haven’t worked in a year, but still talk about their last job as if it was yesterday."

Reblogged from comeonpetunia
A dog. It seemed like a perfectly sensible idea. Man is a dog’s best friend, remember. So: the dog and I looked at each other. I longer than the dog. And what I saw then has been the same ever since. Whenever the dog and I see each other we both stop where we are. We regard each other with a mixture of sadness and suspicion, and then we feign indifference. We walk past each other safety; we have an understanding. It’s very sad, but you’ll have to admit that it is an understanding. We had made many attempts at contact, and we had failed. The dog has returned to garbage, and I to solitary but free passage. I have not retuned. I mean to say, I have gained solitary free passage, if that much further loss can be said to be gain. I learned that neither kindness nor cruelty by themselves, independent of each other, creates any effect beyond themselves; and I have learned that the two combined, together, at the same time, are the teaching emotion. And what is gained is loss. And what has been the result: the dog and I have attained a compromise; more of a bargain really. We neither love nor hurt because we do not try to reach each other. And, was trying to feed the dog an act of love? And, perhaps, was the dog’s attempt to bite me not an act of love? If we can so misunderstand, well then, why have we invented the word love in the first place.

- Jerry

The Zoo Story - by Edward Albee

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