He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. —Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act III, Scene I (via thatkindofwoman)

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Interstellar

it’s good to know that fight club has still yet to run it’s full course. thank you, mr. fincher. really

Hitting bottom isn’t a weekend retreat, it’s not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go. —tyler durden
Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
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