Reading Lolita dying slowly love it

And what is most singular is that she, this Lolita, my Lolita, has individualized the writer’s ancient lust, so that above and over everything there is - Lolita.

(Source: imn0tthatinn0cent, via gnarly)

thebaconsandwichofregret:

i want to force like 75% of male nerddom to watch this conversation

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tupacabra:

introductory paragraph of my essay:

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anostalgicnerd:

If you ever feel despondent about your future, just think of this:
  He may be a star on SNL now, but this was Taran Killam 10 years ago.

↳The DCOM Stuck in the Suburbs (2004) turns 10 this year

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I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don’t want to look around any more: I don’t need to look around for anything.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via observando)

besound:

Sometime’s the world is a tough place, the days get to you and the nights drag on, so here’s a story of a pet penguin who goes shopping.

(Source: neology, via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)

tomhanksy:

Jonah Chill. Portland, OR.

tomhanksy:

Jonah Chill. Portland, OR.

(via yrdeadbeatgf)

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

T.S. Eliot (via observando)

The person who tries to keep everyone happy often ends up feeling the loneliest.