I’ll be sitting here, drinking tea and eating Mentos, trying to understand negation from Sartre’s point of view.
Could someone turn this into a song, please?
Late night cup of tea and going to bed early. I’m planning to take one final sprint with my final final, which is due on Friday. It’s about French existentialism, so I have to know stuff about Sartre, de Beauvoir and Camus, which is horrific. I sucked during classes, so I’m a little nervous about the exam. Oh well.
YES PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
Oooooooh, now I get how Sherlock survived. That’s not as difficult as I though it would be.
Benedict playing with props.
I wouldn’t mind to play with HIS props, if you know what I mean…
Appropriately enough, this was the 1,000th post I liked.
(Source: bonnarpetit)
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There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
‘Anthem’ by Leonard Cohen
I don’t watch Glee, but I happened to stumble upon the Lady Gaga song they did during a regretted night of click-throughs, and I found the repeated tongue flicking the one on the left did while singing a bit disturbing. Especially in this shot.
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(Reblogged from wearabowler)
It’s true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
(Source: thegreatgracie)
- Red: I've got some questions, I want answers. What are you doing about moving out?
- Eric: I don't know.
- Red: About Donna.
- Eric: I don't know.
- Red: Your job.
- Eric: I don't know.
- Red: Your future.
- Eric: Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and hit you with an... I don't know.
- Red: Then no food for you.
- Eric: What?
- Kitty: Red, he's so skinny, just take away his car.
- Red: No! I'm trying to teach the boy responsibility. I want a plan out of you by tonight, or no dinner either.
- Eric: Dad, that's... No, wait, mom, what's for dinner?
- Kitty: Fried chicken.
- Eric: Oh COME ON.
- [Hyde walks in]
- Red: Steven, when are you moving out?
- Hyde: Soon.
- Red: How's your girlfriend?
- Hyde: Shallow as hell.
- Red: Job?
- Hyde: Dead end.
- Red: Future?
- Hyde: Bleak.
- Red: Kitty, feed the boy.
- [At the end of the episode...]
- Eric: Okay, I'm here to earn my dinner. What am I doing about Donna? We're hanging out. What am I doing about my job? I quit. What am I doing about my future? Nothing. When am I moving out? Make me.
