March 2010
Dr. House: There’s an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there’s an evolutionary imperative why we don’t give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn’t function.
Dr. Foreman: Hmmm. So, the great humanitarian’s as selfish as the rest of us.
Dr. House: Just not as honest about it.
House...
February 2010
a map of the world that does not include utopia is not worth even glancing at,...
– oscar wilde
(via scribble-scribbles)
One of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something you thought...
– Unknown (via kidlovesdoodles) (via laceandlove) (via theseunsentletters) (via tearsandlaughter)
i am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. i suspect people of plotting to make me...
–
j.d salinger
(via scribble-scribbles)
Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.
– Oscar Wilde (via brouillon) (via booklover)
I wish I were a poet. I’ve never confessed that to anyone, and I’m...
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close — Jonathan Safran Foer
Sometimes, Nikki Giovanni
finallyseeing:
sleepanddream:
poetry365:
sometimes when i wake up in the morning and see all the faces i just can’t breathe
But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they...
– Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons
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(via blurthelines)
My chest feels full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little...
– ~ My Sister’s Keeper (via gatekeeper)
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...
– Jonathan Safran Foer X X X X (via howmyheartbehaves) (via 297) (via lovelornity) (via ladycigarettes)
Maybe the best thing to do with favourite films and books is to leave them be:...
– Nick Hornby, Shakespeare Wrote For Money (via distantheartbeats) (via booklover)
I love child things because there’s so much mystery when you’re a child. When...
– David Lynch (via nihilnoetia) (via booklover)
The Reason the Willow Weeps
jaim:
It weeps for you late at night, when sleep does not come easily. It weeps for the one you miss. It weeps for the dreams on the tips of your fingers. It weeps for appointments missed and it weeps for the tears in your pillow. It weeps for the silence and it weeps for the noise. It weeps for formal letters where once, language was spoken as close to your ear as possible. It weeps for...
And if you’d rather stay in at night, I can relate to that. And if it feels like...
– (via maplestars) (via girlmeetsdream)