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After dinner or lunch or whatever it was — with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what — I said, “Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s go to the zoo. Let’s look at animals. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.
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the clock that ticks inside your head is truly Time
We Have Our Arts So We Don’t Die of Truth, by Ray Bradbury
and in the night will bury you.
the children warm in bed at dawn will leave
and take your heart and go to worlds you do not know
You have to work hard to be left out of the mainstream now, because it adopts a lot of people
Dylan Moran. (via reidwouldread)
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One thing I learnt a long time ago is that the world is made up of more than your sadness. everybody goes through hardship and it only takes a day for something to change.
Brian Fallon (via ilovegrilledcheese)
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