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like the sea
'O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life,
but exhaust the limits of the possible.'
-Pindar
but exhaust the limits of the possible.'
-Pindar
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‘But I like you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I like you first and second and third.’
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via de-licacy)
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Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground.
- Kyoko Escamilla (via de-licacy)
Twenty year old Lucille Ball in 1931.
I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.
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“Like so many of us, she was happy when intoxicated, either by liquor or through fantasy. She would lose herself in books and plays as no one else could. She was happiest dreaming, imagining herself with new friends or parents; new skills; new homes. The goal was to get to the next dream. And I think now she is within all of our dreams—she is, in fact, the ultimate dream. And no one can hurt her, and no one can wake her up.”—Arthur Miller on Marilyn Monroe, 1998
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You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
Daniel Franzese (via de-licacy)
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“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do”
- Andy Warhol
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If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.
Katherine Hepburn
Mcsweeney’s Believer 10th Anniversary Party!#eggerswhereyouat @drambuieus (at Le Poisson Rouge)
Whatever the mess you are, you’re mine.
New Pornographers
Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.
Gloria Steinem (via de-licacy)
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via styleandstarbucks)
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