→ May 2012 "Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship." — Anne Lamott (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: anawakenedstate, via wethinkwedream)

→ May 2012 "Do you know the story of the Russian Cosmonaut? So the Cosmonaut, he’s the first man ever to go into space, right? The Russians beat the Americans. So he goes up in this big spaceship, but the only habitable part of it is very small. So the Cosmonaut’s in there and he’s got this portal window, and he’s looking out of it. And, he sees the curvature of the Earth for the first time. The first man to ever look at the planet he’s from, and, he’s lost in that moment. And all of a sudden this strange ticking keeps coming out of the dashboard. So he rips out the control panel, takes out his tools- trying to find this sound, trying to stop this sound. But he can’t find it, he can’t stop it. He keeps going, a few hours into this, it begins to feel like torture. A few days go by with this sound, and he knows that this small sound will break him. He’ll lose his mind. What’s he gonna do? He’s up in space, alone, in a space closet. He’s got 25 days left to go, with this sound. So the Cosmonaut decides the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with this sound. So he closes his eyes, and he goes into his imagination. And when he opens them, he doesn’t hear ticking anymore. He hears music. And he spends the remainder of his time, sailing through space in total bliss and peace." — The Russian Cosmonaut, Another Earth (via winterghosts)

→ May 2012 "I want my music to sound like throwing yourself out of a tree, or off a tall building, or as if you’re being sucked down into the ocean and you can’t breathe. It’s something overwhelming and all-encompassing that fills you up, and you’re either going to explode with it, or you’re just going to disappear." —

Florence Welch 

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→ May 2012 "She was like the water that freezes inside a rock and breaks it apart. It was no more her fault than it is the fault of the water when the rock shatters." — One Stab, Legends of the Fall (via daringdame)

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