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UNREAL
I pooped my pants a little when I saw this live. Probably the best dunk I’ve ever seen (over the LeBron dunk of a couple days ago, Vince Carter’s dunk over the Frenchman in the Olympics, and Tom Chambers’ knee-to-the-chest dunk).
I’m still buzzing.
MUST WATCH: Blake Griffin just won Dunk of the Year.
And Kendrick Perkins is 6 feet deep. Milk. Shake.
Gezz.
Perhaps we dont like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.
Sufjan Stevens (via grizzlylove)
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I’ve tried to keep my cool and not say anything about this, but yeah, I mean common, of course I’m jazzed for it.
…this is the BEST THING TO HAPPEN. EVER.
The way in which we experience and interpret the world obviously depends very much indeed on the kind of ideas that fill our minds. If they are mainly small, weak, superficial, and incoherent, life will appear insipid, uninteresting, petty, and chaotic
E. F. Schumacher
I couldn’t have said it better myself:
Because some days, you just want to see a fucking puppy in a swing.
You are always dragging me down,’ said I to my Body. ‘Dragging you down!’ replied my Body. ‘Well I like that! Who taught me to like tobacco and alcohol? You, of course, with your idiotic adolescent idea of being “grown up”. My palate loathed both at first: but you would have your way. Who put an end to all those angry and revengeful thoughts last night? Me, of course, by insisting on going to sleep. Who does his best to keep you from talking too much and eating too much by giving you dry throats and headaches and indigestion? Eh?’ ‘And what about sex?’ said I. ‘Yes, what about it?’ retorted the Body. ‘If you and your wretched imagination would leave me alone I’d give you no trouble. That’s Soul all over; you give me orders and then blame me for carrying them out.
C.S. Lewis
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