this is just a place where i put pieces of my soul. like a horcrux.
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Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

That very lucky moment where you are thiiiis close to running into someone you really don’t want to see, but they are on the other side of the street so you avert your eyes and pretend not to see them. Avoidance successful, streak unbroken.

Hey John, what is your reaction to the news that the Riverside district has chosen to ban TFIOS from middle school libraries on the grounds that it deals with mortality and sex? I remember your reactions to similar situations concerning your books have been pretty animated and wondered what you thought?

fishingboatproceeds:

zaielle:

fishingboatproceeds:

I guess I am both happy and sad.

I am happy because apparently young people in Riverside, California will never witness or experience mortality since they won’t be reading my book, which is great for them.

But I am also sad because I was really hoping I would be able to introduce the idea that human beings die to the children of Riverside, California and thereby crush their dreams of immortality.

Imagine a world where people only die if they know about death. 

(How quickly) would everyone become immortal? What do you think will happen? Will there come a point wherein everyone hides the the concept of death from a generation and the concept will die out? Can you even do that? You can’t teach any form of history, or even family trees, because every previous generation has died (what about pets and other animals? is it only human mortality that counts?). Infant mortality would drop to zero though. 

If people only can die if they know death exist, would anything change at all? 

And so a novel was born.

This is amazing

In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement. By Aldous Huxley (via petrichour)

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smithsonian:

This may look like an ordinary brown jar to you, but it is possibly the most written about jar in history. This famous tea jar even has a name: Chigusa. In 16th C Japan, tea connoisseurs wrote copiously about its beauty—its shape, glaze and color—and designed elaborate accessories with which to adorn it. To the tea men, this jar was the equivalent of what Benedict Cumberbatch is to the Tumblr community. 
You can see it on view at our freersackler until July 27. More about Chigusa and the #ArtofTea

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smithsonian:

This may look like an ordinary brown jar to you, but it is possibly the most written about jar in history. This famous tea jar even has a name: Chigusa. In 16th C Japan, tea connoisseurs wrote copiously about its beauty—its shape, glaze and color—and designed elaborate accessories with which to adorn it. To the tea men, this jar was the equivalent of what Benedict Cumberbatch is to the Tumblr community. 

You can see it on view at our freersackler until July 27. More about Chigusa and the #ArtofTea

What Benedict cumberbatch is to the tumblr community