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Annie Hall |  Woody Allen | 1977

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I am somehow less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.

— Stephen Jay Gould (via peapodkid)

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I am now alone, absurdly alone […]

— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Romantically, you could say that we are all made of stardust, but the truth is also, that we’re all just nuclear waste.

Professor Jim Al-Khalili (via spaceplasma)

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Songs about April

Songs about April

There’s nothing to say. The less I say the better I feel.

— Charles Bukowski, from an interview (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Breathless - À bout de souffle (1960, Jean-Luc Godard)

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Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there… Where is there a place for you to be? No place… Nothing outside you can give you any place… In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got.

— Flannery O’Connor (via likeafieldmouse)

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