My starting point is always a feeling of partisanship, a sense of injustice. When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, ‘I am going to produce a work of art’. I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, and my initial concern is to get a hearing. But I could not do the work of writing a book, or even a long magazine article, if it were not also an aesthetic experience. Anyone who cares to examine my work will see that even when it is downright propaganda it contains much that a full-time politician would consider irrelevant. I am not able, and do not want, completely to abandon the world view that I acquired in childhood. So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information. It is no use trying to suppress that side of myself. The job is to reconcile my ingrained likes and dislikes with the essentially public, non-individual activities that this age forces on all of us.
George Orwell, “Why I Write”
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If you’re willing to give you life to defend my rights…you can have sex with A PIE and I will heat it up for you.
-Wil Anderson on gays in the military.
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Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
And watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.
The Iron Lady (via quote-book)
blua:
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Yum
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why aren’t we cuddling right now ?
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You don’t just want a man who is going to treat you like the bad little slut you are. You want a man that will also look at you, hold you, and treat you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like you’re the most incredible creature he’s ever come across. Like he’s thankful.
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oh my……..
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Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?
Elizabeth Scott (via kari-shma)
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