He’s a lumberjack and he’s okay~ ♫
There are young men and women up and down the land who happily (or unhappily) tell anyone who will listen that they don’t have an academic turn of mind, or that they aren’t lucky enough to have been blessed with a good memory, and yet can recite hundreds of pop lyrics and reel off any amount of information about footballers. Why? Because they are interested in those things. They are curious. If you are hungry for food, you are prepared to hunt high and low for it. If you are hungry for information it is the same. Information is all around us, now more than ever before in human history. You barely have to stir or incommode yourself to find things out. The only reason people do not know much is because they do not care to know. They are incurious. Incuriosity is the oddest and most foolish failing there is.
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| — | The Fry Chronicles, Stephen Fry. (via the-library-and-step-on-it) |
The book thief by Markus Zusak
“When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist in his face.”
The most damning revelation you can make about yourself is that you do not know what is interesting and what is not.
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| — | Kurt Vonnegut (via ryandonato) |
I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labour has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have.
And I am in love with you.
And I am in love with you.
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| — | John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via endangerment) |
go and catch a falling star ➞ howl’s moving castle
“In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.”
