“Love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don’t know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love as you and I know it, total passion for the total height, you’re incapable of anything less.”—Ayn Rand (via heoro)
“Our fans don’t watch TV the way others do. I did a stand-up show at the University of Arizona and there were 30 kids who ran the event. I said, ‘How many of you watch Community?’ and they all raised their hands, which was great. I asked, ‘How many watch it Thursdays at 8pm?’ Zero hands. I asked, ‘How many of you have TVs?’ Four hands. I asked, ‘How many of you watch on computers?’ All hands went up. That may be an excuse, but our audience skews young. But with something like this, they vote. That’s how rabid they are, so that’s great.”—Joel McHale (via horsebot-3000)
“If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.”—John Green, Looking for Alaska (via bookmania)
Not rowing, not actively propelling ourselves forward over the churn, over the whitewash of all of the things that we haven’t said, the things we don’t remember. The water just carries us, takes us places with smiles on our faces and shows us sunsets we thought that we’d forgotten. Sporadically, the little stout raft rocks and we’re fine because that’s what happens in a river like this; in a wild river that can’t be stopped or controlled or dammed.
We’re both aware that the river will end, but we don’t know how far away, how hard the shores are to escape, how rough the rocks just below the bubbling surface will be. We might sink, we might capsize, we might do all manner of things because such is the nature of the ride we chose to take, the journey we chose to risk; because of the way the water churns and twists and froths and bubbles and throws things at us that we’d never expect but such is water, and such is life, and such is a ride down the river.
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”—
“It’s just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we’re all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. It’s like a kind of poetry.”—Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider (via 35bit)
It was to someone I was really good friends with at the time. We actually joked about it happening the night before, and I went around to her place to chill. Long story short, sexual tension was insane, ended up kissing her and then it reached a point where it was all, ‘Hey, there is a distinct lack of clothes occurring right now.’ Obviously not going into all the details, because they’re personal and not for Tumblr.