Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?– Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes (via liquidnight)
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We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.–
Rumi
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I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via liquidnight)
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There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops upon a windowpane, they ran together and trickled away.– Dorothy Parker, “Big Blonde” (via liquidnight)
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Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.– Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, “A Case of Identity”
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I say hello–
to myself
and to break
the terror
of nonexistence
I restore my self
to existence whatever
the consequence
Edwin Honig, from “To Infinite Eternity”
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