As Weary-Hearted As That Hollow Moon

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of Hell.

- Hermann Hesse (via irandeckard)

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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.

- C.G. Jung (via thebigshow)

Sports is a metaphor for life. Everything is black and white on the surface. You win, you lose, you laugh, you cry, you cheer, you boo, and most of all, you care. Lurking underneath that surface, that’s where all the good stuff is — the memories, the connections, the love, the fans, the layers that make sports what they are. It’s not about watching your team win the Cup as much as that moment when you wake up thinking, In 12 hours, I might watch my team win the Cup. It’s about sitting in the same chair for Game 5 because that chair worked for you in Game 3 and Game 4, and somehow, this has to mean something. It’s about using a urinal between periods, realizing that you’re peeing on a Devils card, then eventually realizing that some evil genius placed Devils cards in every single urinal. It’s about leaning out of a window to yell at people wearing the same jersey as you, and it’s about noticing an airport security guy staring at your Celtics jersey and knowing he’ll say, “You think they win tonight?” before he does. It’s about being an NBA fan but avoiding this year’s Western Conference finals because you still can’t believe they ripped your team away, and it’s about crying after that same series because you can’t believe your little unassuming city might win the title. It’s about posing for pictures before a Stanley Cup clincher, then regretting after the fact that you did. It’s about two strangers watching you cry at a stoplight. It’s black and white, but it’s not.

- Bill Simmons, an excerpt from The Simmons family heirloom of living and dying for your favorite team

People talk about sexual assault like it’s a bad habit that men have.

- Jon Stewart (via pnasty)

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You can crab over the morning paper and kick the shins of the guy in the next seat at the movies and feel mean and discouraged and sneer at the politicians but there are a lot of nice people in the world just the same.

- Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely (via amyvdh)

The problem is, I lack whatever that thing is that allows people to believe in a supreme entity who cares every time a butterfly flaps it wings. Which is not to say I am without faith. I do have faith, just no place to deposit it. So I end up just kind of carrying my faith around like a pocketful of foreign coins.

- Michael Ian Black. You’re Not Doing It Right. (via alliegators)

But when I say I believe in complete disclosure I don’t mean it cheaply, as anecdotal sport or shallow revelation. It is a form of self-renewal and a gesture of custodial trust. Love helps us develop an identity secure enough to allow itself to be placed in another’s care and protection. Babette and I have turned our lives for each other’s thoughtful regard, turned them in the moonlight in our pale hands, spoken deep into the night about fathers and mothers, childhood, friendships, awakenings, old loves, old fears (except fear of death). No detail must be left out, not even a dog with ticks or a neighbor’s boy who ate an insect on a dare. The smell of pantries, the sense of empty afternoons, the feel of things as they rained across our skin, things as facts and passions, the feel of pain, loss, disappointment, breathless delight. In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now. This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fool amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.

- Don DeLillo, White Noise (via douglasmartini)

That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.

- Henry David Thoreau, March 11, 1856 (via shardashian)

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.

- Albert Einstein (via kpillot)

I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.

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Henry Rollins (via hockey-teeth)

#swoon forever

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Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

- David Foster Wallace (via absea)

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They say true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then. I have been waiting. I have been searching. I am a man under the moon, walking the streets of earth until dawn. There’s got to be someone for me. It’s not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone.

- Henry Rollins