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“The three-pound organ in your skull — with its pink consistency of Jell-o — is an alien kind of computational material. It is composed of miniaturized, self-configuring parts, and it vastly outstrips anything we’ve dreamt of building. So if you ever feel lazy or dull, take heart: you’re the busiest, brightest thing on the planet.” — Neuroscientist David Eagleman (via explore-blog)
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for some reason i got trapped in the section of youtube where there are all those intricate home fat loss schemes. a yiddish woman with a 12 pack is now balancing on a yoga ball screaming “NOW WE DO SEEX SEATS OF SEEXTEEN WEETH THE BALLS” and I’m just sitting in bed contemplating how weird it all is.
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“We accept the love we think we deserve” i said earnestly to my female friend and, grateful for my superior wisdom, she rushed at me with a tear filled hug and i rode off into the night on my fixed gear bike, fedora askew with the rush of young love
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i’m sitting here, suddenly freakishly close to adulthood, on a twin bed with yellow sheets i’ve slept in since the first or second grade. back then before i fell asleep i’d run my tongue over my teeth seven times and think, seven times, of all the things i wanted to happen to me. that was back in the days when i thought of time in terms of rugrats episodes. one rugrats is enough time to eat a bowl of mac and cheese. two is enough time to drive from my house to the beach and park. so close to adulthood and i still can’t figure out how to wipe the remnants out of my eyes when my makeup cakes, and sometimes i don’t know how to handle things and i wish i could tie the clouds to strings and float them like mylar balloons, away with my feet and body and all the stuff i’ve said that i believe and still believe. words i wouldn’t take back because i meant them. i can keep anger in like the levies in new orleans but when the levies break i hiccup. there are people that i love so unconditionally. it’s too much love to fit in a yearbook signature, too much story for a Facebook wall to wall. the smiles we smile in pictures and the ones we smile in our sleep are so entirely different. i’m only just realizing that.
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, ‘I am falling to the floor crying,’ but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. And then you think, ‘Is that sentence too long?’ and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time.” — Richard Siken. (via bottleonthebookcase)
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Happy birthday to Ralph Steadman, whose illustrations perfectly embodied Hunter S. Thompson’s style, and who somehow survived their partnership.
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“People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky (via amputance)
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scholastic was so awesome. i mean meryl streep gave us a speech. what can i even say.
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“To be genuinely thoughtful, we must be willing to sustain and protract that state of doubt which is the stimulus to thorough enquiry, so as not to accept an idea or make a positive assertion of a belief, until justifying reasons have been found.” — Philosopher, psychologist, and educational reformer John Dewey on the role of intuition and uncertainty in creativity and science. (via explore-blog)
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