The idea of life after death consoles both the living and the dying. Death is so matter-of-fact—it’s so real, it’s almost unreal. No matter how much you try to prepare yourself for another’s death, the event still depletes you. It almost drains you. This is when you realize how much of you really constitutes you. It’s not a whole lot. I don’t mean to be a...
When I accidentally hit my pet.
lolsofunny: First, I’m like: And then, I run after him like:
When you sneeze on your period.
xkillofjoyx: lolsofunny: *sigh* True story. Lol! Fuuuu
I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss...– Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (via bookoasis)
In order to correctly define art, it is necessary, first of all, to cease to...– Leo Tolstoy, in What is Art? (1896). (via adsertoris)
Ted: This isn’t hopeless; you’re gonna find someone for me. Matchmaker: No. I won’t. You’re gonna die alone! :( Ted: Ha, I’m NOT gonna die alone! Look at me: I’m bright, and I’m attractive—you just gotta get back out there and keep lookin’! Matchmaker: Noo! You’re never gonna find anybody, and every year you’re just getting...
So, Brokeback Mountain
somehow came up in post-Thanksgiving-lunch table conversation, and upon hearing her “aspiring” religious sister voice her liking towards the core storyline of the movie, my mother (who’s quite religious) made no effort to conceal her disgust. I wanted to toss in my opinion without calling attention to myself, but I kept quiet instead. In retrospect though, I feel that my...