mpr1m3:

Kill bill. Or keep him alive to pay child support….#markusprime
spiralsbodyshoppe:

Shia LaBeouf for Interview Magazine.
I’ve been thinking lately about immortality. What it means to be remembered, what I want to be remembered for, certain questions concerning memory and fame. I love watching old movies. I watch the faces of long-dead actors on the screen, and I think about how they’ll never truly die. I know that’s a cliché but it happens to be true. Not just the famous ones who everyone knows, the Clark Gables, the Ava Gardners, but the bit players, the maid carrying the tray, the butler, the cowboys in the bar, the third girl from the left in the nightclub. They’re all immortal to me. First we only want to be seen, but once we’re seen, that’s not enough anymore. After that, we want to be remembered.
Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven (via quoted-books)
fluff-dragon:

curious-wiccan:

Norwegian forest cat chasing a fox

Look at that majestic creature~
And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via requiemforthepast)

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