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I would kill for these young, sweet little feline souls, these two boys. I would protect them with my life … I couldn’t imagine living without them. I’ve become one of those people where the Missus is like, ‘They don’t want to see iPhone pictures of our kittens right now. Stop it.’
Robert Downey Jr., on his cats Montgomery and Dartanian. (via iwantcupcakes)
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I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.
Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old | Ryan O’Connell (via juneandafter)
my tumblr is not an accurate portrayal of my fangirling
i am actually much, much, much worse than you know
i hold back
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Rivoluzione? Rivoluzione?! Per favore, non parlarmi tu di rivoluzione. Io so benissimo cosa sono e come cominciano: c’e qualcuno che sa leggere i libri che va da quelli che non sanno leggere i libri, che poi sono i poveracci, e gli dice: “Oh, oh, è venuto il momento di cambiare tutto”. So quello che dico, ci son cresciuto in mezzo, alle rivoluzioni. Quelli che leggono i libri vanno da quelli che non leggono i libri, i poveracci, e gli dicono: “Qui ci vuole un cambiamento!” e la povera gente fa il cambiamento. E poi i più furbi di quelli che leggono i libri si siedono intorno a un tavolo, e parlano, parlano, e mangiano. Parlano e mangiano! E intanto che fine ha fatto la povera gente? Tutti morti! Ecco la tua rivoluzione! Quindi per favore, non parlarmi più di rivoluzione. E porca troia, lo sai che succede dopo? Niente. Tutto torna come prima!
Giù La Testa (1971)
You know, we’ve got something in common, me and you. You know that? I must have been a couple of years older than you. I saw my brother stabbed through the heart, right on our doorstep. He weren’t much of a villain, what skewered him. Willem, the lad’s name was. He ran off before anyone could spit. And I just stood there, watching my brother die. But here’s the funny part. I can’t picture my brother’s face anymore. But Willem — oh, he was a nice-looking boy. He had good white teeth, blue eyes, one of those dimpled chins all the girls like. I would think about him when I was working, when I was drinking, when I was having a shit.
Raul Gutierrez
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
Flawless Films → The King’s Speech
“If I’m King, where’s my power? Can I form a government? Can I levy a tax, declare a war? No! And yet I am the seat of all authority. Why? Because the nation believes that when I speak, I speak for them. But I can’t speak.”
