my-quotebook: “Listen, smile, agree. And then do whatever the fuck you were gonna do anyway.” -Robert Downey, Jr.

my-quotebook:

“Listen, smile, agree. And then do whatever the fuck you were gonna do anyway.” -Robert Downey, Jr.

The Bluest Eye (1970)

Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another - physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.

TONI MORRISON

I finished crying in the instant that you left.

—Lea Michele (Glee Cast) // It’s All Coming Back to Me Now

YOU GUYS. This is only the second book to make me move a hand to cover my mouth and this is significant because, if you didn’t know, I have a heart as hard as a coconut. Took me a while to get into it and when I did it ended up being one of the best I’ve ever read. Then they came upon it from a turn in the road and they stopped and stood with the salt wind blowing in their hair where they’d lowered the hoods of their coats to listen. Out there was the gray beach with the slow combers rolling dull and leaden and the distant sound of it. Like the desolation of some alien sea breaking on the shores of a world unheard of. Out on the tidal flats lay a tanker half careened. Beyond that the ocean vast and cold and shifting heavily like a slowly heaving vat of slag and then the gray squall line of ash. He looked at the boy. He could see the disappointment in his face. I’m sorry it’s not blue, he said. That’s okay, said the boy.

YOU GUYS. This is only the second book to make me move a hand to cover my mouth and this is significant because, if you didn’t know, I have a heart as hard as a coconut. Took me a while to get into it and when I did it ended up being one of the best I’ve ever read.

Then they came upon it from a turn in the road and they stopped and stood with the salt wind blowing in their hair where they’d lowered the hoods of their coats to listen. Out there was the gray beach with the slow combers rolling dull and leaden and the distant sound of it. Like the desolation of some alien sea breaking on the shores of a world unheard of. Out on the tidal flats lay a tanker half careened. Beyond that the ocean vast and cold and shifting heavily like a slowly heaving vat of slag and then the gray squall line of ash. He looked at the boy. He could see the disappointment in his face. I’m sorry it’s not blue, he said. That’s okay, said the boy.

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Pearl Jam

"Yellow Ledbetter"

Pearl Jam // Yellow Ledbetter
I said I know what I wear, that a box or a bag. 

Eating Animals (2009)

Each question prompts another, and it’s easy to find yourself defending a position far more extreme than you actually believe or could live by.

JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Some find it easy; some will never even know.

—Keane // The Starting Line

Ms Harris, Misogyny. Dial it back about a billion clicks. It’s disgraceful.

Ms Harris,

Misogyny. Dial it back about a billion clicks. It’s disgraceful.

I spent the length of the book oscillating between wanting to marry and smack Holden.  It’s a cauldron of teenage wangst and posturing, but there’s that quiet despair and loneliness you just can’t turn away.

I spent the length of the book oscillating between wanting to marry and smack Holden. 

It’s a cauldron of teenage wangst and posturing, but there’s that quiet despair and loneliness you just can’t turn away.

Catcher in the Rye (1951)

I don’t want you to get the idea she was a goddam icicle or something, just because we never necked or horsed around much. She wasn’t. I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn’t sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never worried with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

J.D. Salinger


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