“It’s a strange coincidence. The fact that Gatsby’s house is just across the bay.”
Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance."
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via atramentum)
You know, I sometimes think, how is anyone ever gonna come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city. You can’t. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form and when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe that Paris exists, these lights, I mean come on, there’s nothing happening on Jupiter or Neptune, but from way out in space you can see these lights, the cafés, people drinking and singing. For all we know, Paris is the hottest spot in the universe.
R.I.P. Anne Boleyn (d. May 19 1536)
When the details of Anne’s life are viewed between the framework of these [her] social and cultural values, the modern conception of her as a femme fatale must be discarded. Establishing a valid explanation of her role at court that takes into consideration the beliefs and fears of the sixteenth-century Christendom and treats them with sensitivity is an useful undertaking, not only because historians owe it to the dead to depict them in a rational manner but also because the events of the Reformation will not be clearly understood until her crucial place in that revolution is sorted out. Retha M. Warnicke, The Rise and Fall of Anne Boleyn (x)
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.
I’m not satanic but these are some damn good rules.
satan does not support rape, animal cruelty, or child abuse
when walking in open territory, bother no one. if someone bothers you, ask them to stop. if they do not stop, destroy them.
*Today on I Didn’t Know I was a Satanist*
I agree with all of these rules…I’m really uncomfortable now
Boy records interview with his future self in 1992 and has a conversation with himself in 2012
I expected to watch this and shed a nostalgic tear, instead I cried tears of laughter.
i watched this like five times yesterday because its amazing
this is pretty hilarious lmao