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The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew...– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via stormyrenner)
kurlozmakara: how are hipster posts bad? what is bad about a picture of a cute pair of shoes or starbucks or a fucking poem. i dont get it. how are you superior to someone because you like shows on BBC Us vs them, as only done on tumblr
Roger Ebert on Twitter →
bombtune: Roger Ebert on his addiction to Twitter: I vowed I would never become a Twit. Now I have Tweeted nearly 10,000 Tweets. I said Twitter represented the end of civilization. It now represents a part of the civilization I live in. I said it was impossible to think of great writing in terms of 140 characters. I have been humbled by a mother of three in New Delhi. I said I feared I...
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)– E.E. Cummings (via fairycastle)
Filters are like auto-pilot for thinking critically, and visually, about one’s...– Wired’s Keith Axline on why we need a naked Instagram. Complement with the the birth of color photography and the story of Polaroid. (via explore-blog) Not necessarily. The way that today’s photo apps have made “one-click” filters a breeze maybe encourages such...
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Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you...– Markus Zusak (via justbesplendid)
During our transition into the digital age, we’ve forgotten the lessons...– -J.D. Bentley | Our Glowing Captors (via simplifyyourlife)
THE STAGES OF FANDOM
vanitycrime: Stage 1 - Discovery: You’ve finally found other people who like the same thing as you do. It’s fucking great. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Stage 2 - Involvement: You read up about theories and headcanons. Join the community. Start getting excited about new episodes because OH MY GOD NEW THEORIES AND GIFS. Stage 3 - Obsession: You ship things like burning. Fanfic has replaced...
Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.– Mark Twain (via vanitycrime)