…so pretty much I’ll be stuffing things all week.
Insanity does not run in my family, it strolls through slowly, taking its time, getting to know everyone on a personal level.
Give us also the right to our existence.
Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
last night was full of one-liners.
me: “it’s bad news bears. and I don’t mean no goddamn teddy bears. it’s a motherfucking grizzly of no!”
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me: “the internet is for porn, and proving me right.”
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me: “I’m totally a hipster.”
Jake: “you are not.”
me: “I’m sitting here in my $5 peacoat eating an $8 sandwich!”
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Jake: “too much Call of Duty, and your sex life is now a Fable.”
The last good thing written in C was Franz Schubert’s Symphony Number 9.
The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places.
When I’m trying to explain the wonder that is Leslie Knope to nonbelievers, I often find myself at a loss for words. But not anymore. Henceforth and forevermore, Leslie Knope is a woman so flawless that she made Batman cry.
Heather Hogan, “Gay Girl’s Goggles: “Parks and Recreation” SnapCap (4.04)” October 14th, 2011 (via diaphenia)
my boyfriend just started watching Parks & Rec with me recently, and although he vehemently dislikes Amy Poehler, he can’t help but really like Leslie Knope.
