“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” - Babe Ruth

“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” - Babe Ruth

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Why did I write it down? In order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it I wanted to remember? How much of it actually happened? Did any of it? Why do I keep a notebook at all? It is easy to deceive oneself on all those scores. The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself. I suppose that it begins or does not begin in the cradle. Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old, I doubt that my daughter ever will, for she is a singularly blessed and accepting child, delighted with life exactly as life presents itself to her, unafraid to go to sleep and unafraid to wake up. Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.

Aquarians are masters of concealing their pain, but it eats away at them more than you could ever imagine.

#aquarius  

fromcainwithlove:

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“don’t touch me!”
“get away!”
INTENSE BEAMING WHEN LOUIS TWEAKS HIS NIPPLES.

I don’t think your face got your brain’s memo babe

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cambridge university students were asked on campus why they needed feminism. here are 60 answers. click the link for about 600 more.

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In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

Jeffrey McDaniel, The Quiet World

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leilockheart:

by Garth Brooks

leilockheart:

by Garth Brooks

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bromanceshmomance:

#i think this is the most attractive he’s ever looked

knowledgethroughscience:

Spotted at Cortes Bank near San Diego, California, a harbor seal swims through an underwater kelp forest.Photograph courtesy Kyle McBurnie, RSMAS Underwater Photography Contest

knowledgethroughscience:

Spotted at Cortes Bank near San Diego, California, a harbor seal swims through an underwater kelp forest.
Photograph courtesy Kyle McBurnie, RSMAS Underwater Photography Contest

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