The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
i love the shit outta this movie
amy blue is my power animal.
TSOL- Code Blue
words can’t describe how much i love this song.
“Don’t wait too long, to come home,
My how the years of our youth pass on…”
can i just marry him already?
Can you sleep as the sound hits your ears one at a time?
I want this to be my wedding song. Seriously.
this is probably the best part in the whole movie.
I just finished the Josie and the Pussycats movie and I want an album of their music.
So good. Also what a sweet movie.
i fucking love that movie. and the sound track is like all songs by “josie and the pussycats” but it’s really that chick from letters to cleo and the actresses as back up singers. whatever. it’s awesome.
I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one. I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.
no, i don’t want to see her…