The Pretend Professor

I really ought to be reading something old and fraught with metaphor.


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The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones. - Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day (via observando)

everythingaboutfilm:

"Spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people." - The Breakfast Club (dir. John Hughes)

sylvaria:

I just watched the video where Esther talks about first meeting John Green. She’s so excited! 

Shoutout to littleredsubmarines for being my 100th follower!

peppotts:

Ferris Bueller + What fourth wall?

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godmoves:

I miss hiking.
For real business at the mercy seat give me a homemade prayer, a prayer that comes out of the depths of your heart, not because you invented it, but because the Holy Spirit put it there. Though your words are broken and your sentences disconnected, God will hear you. Perhaps you can pray better without words than with them. There are prayers that break the backs of words; they are too heavy for any human language to carry. - Charles Spurgeon (via godmoves)

The most wonderful thing I hear is people coming up and saying ‘Thank you for my childhood,’ which still blows my mind but is very sweet.

nintendofunclub:

c0caino:

Take your age and add 5 to it. That is your age in 5 years.

image

It’s an illusion.