Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss...– Ned (Lee Pace), Pushing Daisies (via eunichick) (via quote-book)
It’s never too late to realize what’s important in your life and to fight for...– Unknown (via kari-shma)
When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and...– James Frey (A Million Little Pieces) (via 500daysofkissingmypillow) (via quote-book)
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...– Sylvia Plath (via kari-shma)
When women got the vote, they did not redefine voting. When African-Americans...– Cynthia Nixon Explains Marriage to the National Organization for Marriage (via feministlibrarian)
Letters from Kids to God
What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which...– Michel Foucault (via prunelle) (via notational) (via gouachegalatea) (via artlistpro) (via fuckyeahtheorists) (via aufait)
Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?
The human body recreates itself every six months....
andlovage: Ivan: Distance isn’t the given amount of space between two people. It is the extent through which emptiness in a party of two is given concrete form, expressed, amplified. Distance doesn’t remind you of how far apart you are from another, but how close you once were. You’ve lost nothing, yet you lose something; incomplete from the once beautiful jigsaw pieces.