‘Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?’ - Alex (A Clockwork Orange)
‘The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.’ ~ Marcel Proust
The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward...– Umberto Eco, Travels in Hyperreality. (via barretta)
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dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. a mood totally out of sync with everyone else around you, from Friday night pensiveness to heart-to-heart snark, which is a symptom of emotional jet lag—caused by an inflamed suspicion of togetherness in an age of faceless anonymity—a condition whose only known cure is to perform the zombie dance from Thriller while openly weeping, which would effectively crash and...
justincaselifeonlyhappensonce: Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I’ve held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn’t realise that you wrote poetry I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly -Frankly, Mr. Shankly