Your fave is problematic: the parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago

sirjohnsmythe:

  • is not resting
  • did not move
  • is not stunned
  • is not pining for the fjords
  • has passed on
  • is no more
  • has ceased to be
  • has expired and gone to meet his maker
  • is stiff
  • is bereft of life
  • rests in peace
  • would be pushing up daisies if he weren’t nailed to the perch
  • his metabolic processes are now history
  • is off the twig
  • has kicked the bucket
  • has shuffled off his mortal coil
  • has run down the curtain and joined the bleeding choir invisible
  • IS AN EX-PARROT

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We need stories. We can’t identify ourselves without them. We’re always telling ourselves stories about who we are: That’s what history is, what the idea of a nation or an individual is. The purpose of fiction is to help us answer the question we must constantly be asking ourselves: Who do we think we are and what do we think we’re doing?

Author Robert Stone in an interview with The Paris Review. Stone won the National Book Award in 1975 for his novel Dog Soldiers. He died Saturday at the age of 77. Here’s Petra’s remembrance of him.

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Maybe it’s brave to quit your job to go paint in Peru for a year, but it’s also brave to work two jobs to help pay for your mom’s medical bills. It’s smart to stay at the law firm until your loans are paid off. It’s OK to only tolerate your job but love your hobbies, because as soon as passions are turned into careers, you risk turning love into work.

So you don’t love your job — who gives a shit?

Are you happy with yourself? Are you happy with the way you treat people? Are you happy with your life?

Sometimes It’s Okay to Not Follow Your Dreams  (via sonnywortzik)

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I’ve been in love with someone that didn’t love me back and I’ve been loved by someone that I didn’t love back but I don’t know which is worse: to be broken or to break another soul.
Probably to break another soul, because now your name will forever feel like poison in their veins, almost like a sour after taste (via fulmadz)

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