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Philosophy. Art. The Lulz.

Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby can’t chew it.

—Mark Twain (via libraryland)

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

—Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

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Dream Deferred - Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
  Does it dry up
  like a raisin in the sun?
  Or fester like a sore—
  and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

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Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via catback-)

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An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

—Henry Miller