March 2012
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February 2012
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Moneyball.
I now have a specific reason to hate baseball instead of just because of not knowing anything about it.
Brad Pitt, working out on camera and showing us your innocent daughter playing acoustic guitar doesnt make up for the fact i actually kind of want your character to fail.
On the other hand, Jonah Hill can converse awkwardly about statistics into my ear and fall asleep in my arms anyday.
The Power of Words: Why I Simply Don't Bother With... →
home-for-writers:
Several upon several fortnights ago, I conducted a discussion with my advisory teacher within a morning of several where my eyes were drooped behind bags of blackened lead that gave the slight tone of either “crack addict” or “late night procrastinator”. As nearing the end of my high school…
glass-peaks.
violet-words:
All of the space in-between is tragically nonconstructive to illustrating your beauty.
The lines are fragmented on ocean glass.
All I have is a pretty picture without the hands to place it in.
“The moment where you know enough to realize how much you don’t know”
– Frank Chimero - On one of the “odd things about learning” from his AIGA National Conference talk. (via roxanacorral)
Those who are heartless, once cared too much.
myhiiighlife:
Yup
a haiku about school
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“To get a better idea try this: focus on these words, and whatever you do don’t...”
– House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all,...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via infinitives)
