“And if I die—God forbid—I would like to go to heaven to ask somebody in charge up there, ‘Hey, what was the good news and what was the bad news?’”
danburbul.com
It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep may be.
LCD Soundsystem - All My Friends
Words I Forget: Trompe-l’œil
Trompe-l’œil is an art technique involving extremely realistic imagery in order to create the optical illusion that the depicted objects appear in three dimensions.
via Wikipedia
“If you owned a telescope that would open up the entire universe for you would you try to find reason for not looking through it? […] I dare you all, test your strength: Open a book.”
- Chuck Jones via Letters of Note
Kind of way too long.
Predators dancing to Thriller by Michael Jackson.
No words…
I’m confused by this photo. Does someone really think that God created the universe in 6 days, took one day off, and then immediately got to work on Stevie fucking Nicks? Who likes Fleetwood Mac that much?
Mount Kimbie - Carbonated
An Excerpt from The Stranger by Albert Camus
Marie came that evening and asked me if I’d marry her. I said I didn’t mind; if she was keen on it, we’d get married.
Then she asked me again if I loved her. I replied, much as before, that her question meant nothing or next to nothing—but I supposed I didn’t.
“If that’s how you feel,” she said, “why marry me?”
I explained that it had no importance really, but, if it would give her pleasure, we could get married right away.
I pointed out that, anyhow, the suggestion came from her; as for me, I’d merely said, “Yes.”
Then she remarked that marriage was a serious matter. To which I answered: “No.”
She kept silent after that, staring at me in a curious way.
Then she asked: “Suppose another girl had asked you to marry her—I mean, a girl you liked in the same way as you like me—would you have said ‘Yes’ to her, too?”
“Naturally.”
Then she said she wondered if she really loved me or not. I, of course, couldn’t enlighten her as to that.
And, after another silence, she murmured something about my being “a queer fellow.” “And I daresay that’s why I love you,” she added. “But maybe that’s why one day I’ll come to hate you.”
To which I had nothing to say, so I said nothing.
She thought for a bit, then started smiling and, taking my arm, repeated that she was in earnest; she really wanted to marry me. “All right,” I answered. “We’ll get married whenever you like.”
- excerpted from The Stranger by Albert Camus
