Well, now that you’ve got your gun
It’s much harder now the police have come
Now I’ll shoot him if it’s what you ask
But if you just take off your mask
You find out everything’s gone wrong.
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
Helena Bonham Carter (via thestylishgypsy)
Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.
Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice (via soulsscrawl)
Save some face, you know you’ve only got one
Change your ways, while you’re young…
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via sundaylatte)