TAKE A TRUTH PILL.
In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty, men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted shortcuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.
We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves for good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via magnusleopold)
WE WOULD PUBLISH THIS
Guys. This is published. Someone actually published this.
(Source: samalame)
The best medicine.
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Oh what a persistent sound!
Crickets’ clickity chirp.
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On the field, everything is green.
Except that owl. It is white,
Grayed by lightlessness.
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The chirping has stopped.
and the owl is gone.
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Time for bed.
Phil, this wasn’t fucking amateur hour. PEOPLE DIED BECAUSE OF YOUR LACK OF SUPERVISION. THERE WERE RAPTORS ALL UP IN THE KITCHEN PHIL. IN THE GOD DAMN KITCHEN.
YOU HAD ONE JOB PHIL. ONE JOB.
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Belize
by Blue Hawaii
