jobskeffington:
Ernest Hemingway, center, photographed for the Oak Park High School football team, November 1915
The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.
I wanted to be missed, like water, like bread, like air, by all other people in all other places.
‘It’s so dark here,’ the prince said, looking round the studess,’ he added.
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot
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those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.
patrickandmarcus:
Women’s complaints: We don’t make enough money, we’re hypersexualized, polticians vote over control of our bodies, we’re blamed for our own assaults
Men’s complaints: They keep saying they hate us
Better the hard truth, I say, than the comforting fantasy.