But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship – and my body is not your reward for good behavior.
The “Good Guy” Myth by Taylor Callobre (via hermionejg)

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aseaofquotes:

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Submitted by iwilldisturbtheuniverse.

aseaofquotes:

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Submitted by iwilldisturbtheuniverse.

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emergentfutures:

The Next Time Someone Says the Internet Killed Reading Books, Show Them This Chart
“Remember the good old days when everyone read really good books, like, maybe in the post-war years when everyone appreciated a good use of the semi-colon? Everyone’s favorite book was by Faulkner or Woolf or Roth. We were a civilized civilization. This was before the Internet and cable television, and so people had these, like, wholly different desires and attention spans. They just craved, craved, craved the erudition and cultivation of our literary kings and queens. Well, that time never existed. Check out these stats from Gallup surveys. In 1957, not even a quarter of Americans were reading a book or novel. By 2005, that number had shot up to 47 percent. I couldn’t find a more recent number, but I think it’s fair to say that reading probably hasn’t declined to the horrific levels of the 1950s.”
Full Story: The Atlantic

emergentfutures:

The Next Time Someone Says the Internet Killed Reading Books, Show Them This Chart

“Remember the good old days when everyone read really good books, like, maybe in the post-war years when everyone appreciated a good use of the semi-colon? Everyone’s favorite book was by Faulkner or Woolf or Roth. We were a civilized civilization. This was before the Internet and cable television, and so people had these, like, wholly different desires and attention spans. They just craved, craved, craved the erudition and cultivation of our literary kings and queens. 

Well, that time never existed. Check out these stats from Gallup surveys. In 1957, not even a quarter of Americans were reading a book or novel. By 2005, that number had shot up to 47 percent. I couldn’t find a more recent number, but I think it’s fair to say that reading probably hasn’t declined to the horrific levels of the 1950s.”

Full Story: The Atlantic

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I felt this way about the Hunger Games, and American Gods, and The Book Thief… and most of John Green’s stuff, too ;P

I felt this way about the Hunger Games, and American Gods, and The Book Thief… and most of John Green’s stuff, too ;P



aseaofquotes:

John Green, Looking for Alaska

aseaofquotes:

John Green, Looking for Alaska

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The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.
John Green (via creatingaquietmind)

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explore-blog:

Nietzsche knew a thing or two about the filter bubble… 
Lovely philosophy posters by Max Temkin embody in bold typography and astute insight what philosophy is.

explore-blog:

Nietzsche knew a thing or two about the filter bubble… 

Lovely philosophy posters by Max Temkin embody in bold typography and astute insight what philosophy is.

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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me…. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person.

Sylvia Plath, Poet and author of ‘The Bell Jar’

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If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.
Émile Zola (via libraryland)

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prettylittleflower:

Spring cheer (by sunset1uk)

prettylittleflower:

Spring cheer (by sunset1uk)

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