A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest morals of proper behaviour, nor restrain men from doing the things they have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil.
Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried. (via teatime-brutality)
If at any point over the coming days, weeks, and months to come, you find yourself confused as to how to navigate the thicket of pictures of Nelson Mandela coming at you in every country in the world, bear in mind this salient fact of history: it was once illegal in South Africa to have a picture of Nelson Mandela in your home.
Evan Fleischer | Esquire (via kateoplis)
There’s a boy and he’s waiting for you, at a bus stop just off a run down motel in Mississippi. You met him at the communal toilets. The drips of water running down the tip of his nose were the most beautiful you thought water had ever been. You’re wrong but you don’t know that yet. He looked at your mouth like he wanted to know what it felt like. No one had ever touched your imperfections with fingers like that. No one had ever drawn compass points with your freckles.
Don’t go back for him, he wants to touch you with his hands, he wants hips and teeth but he won’t set your mind on fire. Your mother never taught you the difference between wanting and holding breath. Don’t go back for him. Wait for the boys who don’t just stare at your mouth, wait for the ones who listen with bated breath for what comes out of it.
Azra.T (via dotonbori)
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Language does have the power to change reality. Therefore, treat your words as the mighty instruments they are - to heal, to bring into being, to remove, as if by magic, the terrible violations of childhood, to nurture, to cherish, to bless, to forgive - to create from the whole cloth of your soul, true love.
Daphne Rose Kingma (via victoriousvocabulary)
Words are Magic. Treat them as such.
I tell my little cousins this all the time when we talk about tattoos. Words are sacred.
Life is going to present to you a series of transformations. And the point of education should be to transform you. To teach you how to be transformed so you can ride the waves as they come. But today, the point of education is not education. It’s accreditation. The more accreditation you have, the more money you make. That’s the instrumental logic of neoliberalism. And this instrumental logic comes wrapped in an envelope of fear. And my Ivy League, my MIT students are the same. All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid.
Junot Díaz, speaking at Yale (via wildfflowers)
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If language may be regarded as an old city full of streets and squares, nooks and crannies, with some quarters dating from far back in time while others have been torn down, cleaned up and rebuilt, and with suburbs reaching further and further into the surrounding country, then I was like a man who has been abroad a long time and cannot find his way through this urban sprawl anymore, no longer knows what a bus stop is for, or what a back yard is, or a street junction, an avenue or a bridge. The entire structure of language, the syntactical arrangement of parts of speech, punctuation, conjunctions, and finally even the nouns denoting ordinary objects were all enveloped in impenetrable fog.
W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz (via mirroir)
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Ὄρθρου, ὅταν δυσόκνως ἐξεγείρῃ, πρόχειρον ἔστω ὅτι ἐπὶ ἀνθρώπουἔργον ἐγείρομαι: τί οὖν δυσκολαίνω, εἰ πορεύομαι ἐπὶ τὸ ποιεῖν ὧνἕνεκεν γέγονα καὶ ὧν χάριν προῆγμαι εἰς τὸν κόσμον; ἢ ἐπὶ τοῦτοκατεσκεύασμαι, ἵνα κατακείμενος ἐν στρωματίοις ἐμαυτὸν θάλπω;ἀλλὰ τοῦτο ἥδιον. πρὸς τὸ ἥδεσθαι οὖν γέγονας, ὅλως δὲ σὺ πρὸς πεῖσινἢ πρὸς ἐνέργειαν;
"At day’s first light, have in readiness against disinclination to leave your bed, the thought that ‘I am rising for the work of humanity.’ Must I grumble at setting out to do what I was born for, and for the sake of which i have been rought into the world? Is this the purpose of my creation, to lie here under the blaknets and keep myself warm?
'Ah, but it is a great deal more pleasant!'
Was it for pleasure, then, that you were born, and not for work, not for effort?”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 5.1.1
That’s why she’s in love with you, you know…There were a lot of other boys, but they didn’t scare her. She rather frightened them, I think. You’re very different. But I think you frightened her, and that’s why she likes you.
Aurelia Plath, Sylvia (via virginwhoreofbabylon)
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If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning; You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm, you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why
Phil Kaye from Repetition (via kiddings)
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What made me decide to make [Spirited Away] was the realisation that there are no films made for that age group of ten-year old girls. It was through observing the daughter of a friend that I realised there were no films out there for her, no films that directly spoke to her. Certainly, girls like her see films that contain characters their age, but they can’t identify with them, because they are imaginary characters that don’t resemble them at all. With Spirited Away I wanted to say to them ‘don’t worry, it will be all right in the end, there will be something for you’, not just in cinema, but also in everyday life.
Hayao Miyazaki (via dotonbori)
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