I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.
Walter Bishop (via rainydaysandblankets)
(via rainydaysandblankets)
Moments of Clarity.
In searching for these moments, we come across things that develop our understanding of our worlds, our beliefs, our ideals and ourselves.
I am doing this for me, but if people enjoy it along the way then all the better.
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books;which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
John Green (via beermethatquote)
Robin Thicke - Blurred Lines ft T.I & Pharrell
(via glitterboozeandcupcakes)
Under the Booty
“Ms. New Booty” vs. “Under the Sea”
THIS.
I wrote this. Sasheer punched it up and made it funnier. We wrote it together. We shot it last month with Todd Bieber, Lauren Adams, Shalyah Evans, John Trowbridge, and George Kareman. For a silly reason it was removed from youtube… but now its back! Everyone in this is super fucking funny in it, and it makes me smile that UCB Comedy was able to shoot edit and release this so fast.
I love this.
Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me, but don’t be fooled. For God’s sake don’t be fooled. I give the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game; that the waters are calm and I am in command, and that I need no one. But don’t believe me, please. My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing ‘Neath this lies no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed. That is why I frantically create a mask to hide behind; a nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation. And I know it. That is, if it is followed by acceptance, if it is followed by love. It is the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself, that I am worth something. But, I don’t tell you this. I don’t dare. I am afraid to. I am afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love. I am afraid you will think less of me, that you will laugh at me, and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate game, with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within. And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, of what is crying within me; So when I am going through my routine do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying. What I would like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but I can’t say. I dislike hiding, Honestly! I dislike the superficial game I am playing, the phony game. I would really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you have got to help me. You have got to hold out your hand, even when that is the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes that blank stare of breathing death. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you try to understand and because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be the creator of the person that is me if you choose to. Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask. You alone can release me from my shadow world of panic and uncertainty; From my lonely person. Do not pass me by. Please … do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you; a long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back. I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
Charles C. Finn (via beermethatquote)
URL: http://controversialhumor.com/marxist-love/
Marxist love…
Fidel Castro with a bear cub Baikal that was given to him by Siberian geologists. The bear went with his new master to Cuba but, unfortunately, could not get accustomed to the local tropic climate.
http://englishrussia.com/2013/04/29/40-days-of-fidel-castro-in-the-ussr/#more-122898
