1. 17:37 23rd Jul 2014

    Notes: 1354

    Reblogged from nevver

    nevver:

Snake facts
     
  2. 07:51 22nd Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from mydrunkkitchen

    mydrunkkitchen:

    Literally what I was raised to believe

    (Source: carlsagan)

     
  3. 07:28 21st Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from lapitiedangereuse

    “Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.”
    ― James Joyce, Ulysses
    — (via lapitiedangereuse)
     
  4. 13:13 20th Jul 2014

    Notes: 6774

    Reblogged from humansofnewyork

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    humansofnewyork:

"I’m writing a play about the nature of truth, and how difficult it is to convey the truth when everybody is speaking a different language. For example, the word ‘terrorist’ and the word ‘freedom fighter’ are used to refer to the exact same people at the exact same time. With everyone speaking differently, truth is almost impossible to agree upon. Yet believing in the existence of truth is the only thing that keeps us from devolving into tribal warfare. Because without the existence of truth, the person who is most powerful becomes the person who is right."

    humansofnewyork:

    "I’m writing a play about the nature of truth, and how difficult it is to convey the truth when everybody is speaking a different language. For example, the word ‘terrorist’ and the word ‘freedom fighter’ are used to refer to the exact same people at the exact same time. With everyone speaking differently, truth is almost impossible to agree upon. Yet believing in the existence of truth is the only thing that keeps us from devolving into tribal warfare. Because without the existence of truth, the person who is most powerful becomes the person who is right."

     
  5. 20:37 18th Jul 2014

    Notes: 280

    Reblogged from lapitiedangereuse

    Plays: 2,493

     
  6. 08:45 17th Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from wavingtovirginia

    I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life; it is or will become a revelation of some order; it is a token of some real thing behind appearances; and I make it real by putting it into words. It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole; this wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together.
    — Virginia Woolf, Moments Of Being (via wavingtovirginia)

    (Source: y-fx)

     
  7. 08:40

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    Reblogged from nevver

     
  8. 08:40

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    Reblogged from wavingtovirginia

    How can I cure my violent moods? I wish you’d tell me. Oh such despairs, and wooden hearted long droughts when the heart of an oak in which a toad sits imprisoned has more sap and green than my heart.
    — Virginia Woolf in a letter to Ethel Smith (via wavingtovirginia)
     
  9. 08:37

    Notes: 24

    Reblogged from wavingtovirginia

    This is always so. A great part of every day is not lived consciously.
    — Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past (via wavingtovirginia)
     
  10. 18:34 15th Jul 2014

    Notes: 19

    Reblogged from catiebat

    She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!
    — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via catiebat)