iImprovise. iAct. iWrite. iStandup. iImpersonate.

I want to be the Carlton Banks of being Judd Apatow. or the Black Ryan Reynolds he seems pleasant.

Fav. Podcasts: You Made it Weird with Pete Holmes. ScriptNotes. Nerdist Writers Panel. The Champs with Neal Brennan and Moshe Kasher.

Let's be honest thought this is pretty much a Rashida Jones appreciation blog.

OOTD/Sartorial: http://sartorialsoliloquy.tumblr.com/

We are not transparent to ourselves. We have intuitions, suspicions, hunches, vague musings, and strangely mixed emotions, all of which resist simple definition. We have moods, but we don’t really know them. Then, from time to time, we encounter works of art that seem to latch on to something we have felt but never recognized clearly before. Alexander Pope identified a central function of poetry as taking thoughts we experience half-formed and giving them clear expression: “what was often thought, but ne’er so well expressed.” In other words, a fugitive and elusive part of our own thinking, our own experience, is taken up, edited, and returned to us better than it was before, so that we feel, at last, that we know ourselves more clearly.

Alain de Botton, Art as Therapy (via psychotherapy)

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azbananababy:

Queen of the facial expressions: Rashida Leah Jones 

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For language to have meaning there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him.

Thomas Merton, “Disputed Questions” (via litverve)

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In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting.

Robert Glover (via mirroir)

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Overflow gently — don’t drown.

Albert Camus, Notebooks (1935-1951)

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She was perfect, pure maddening sex,  and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it.

Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via finegoodsandfinefolks)

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silvermoon424:

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kennbrix:

The cause of racism is often fear of the unknown - lack of knowledge about other cultures. Travel, explore and learn - open your mind.

I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, reblog this every time it comes up on my blog. This is the BEST statement, I’ve ever seen. 

I really love this. So many are dead-set on the view that people cannot better themselves but that simply isn’t true. Everybody deserves a second chance and everybody has the ability to better themselves. 

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fuckyeahexistentialism:

"Death created time to grow the things that it would kill."

True Detective

hiddenlex:

Packaging tape art by Mark Khaisman

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boootygod:

lmfaooo

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