So Sing a Song About It

So Sing a Song About It

Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it

So Sing a Song About It

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black and white

streetcar named desire

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chuck klosterman

"There is no feeling that can match the emotive intensity of an attraction devoid of explanation."

Chuck Klosterman

the perks of being a wallflower

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brave new world

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”

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brave new world

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And of course stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via jurer)

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the fountainhead

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the fountainhead

"The beauty of the human body is that it hasn’t a single muscle which doesn’t serve its purpose; that there’s not a line wasted; that every detail of it fits one idea of a man and the life of a man. Will you tell me why, when it comes to a building, you don’t want it to look as if it had any sense or purpose, you want to choke it with trimmings, you want to sacrifice its purpose to its envelope - not knowing even why you want that kind of an envelope? You want it to look like a hybrid beast produced by crossing the bastards of ten different species until you get a creature without guts, without heart or brain, a creature all pelt, tail, claws and feathers?"

The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand

Brave New World

"The bruises hurt him, the cuts were still bleeding; but it was not for pain that he sobbed; it was because he was all alone, because he had been driven out, alone, into this skeleton world of rocks and moonlight. At the edge of the precipice he sat down. The moon was behind him; he looked down into the black shadow of the mesa, into the black shadow of death. He had only to take one step, one little jump… He held out his right hand in the moonlight. From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing. Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light. Drop, drop, drop. To-morrow, To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow… He had discovered Time and Death and God."

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

All I want out of my day is to read and drink tea.

Favorite. Book. Ever. And I love tea also :)

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gone with the wind

the-bookeater:

All I want out of my day is to read and drink tea.

Favorite. Book. Ever. And I love tea also :)