Tempus Fugit

I'm just a clown and I'll bring you down

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sondern. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

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n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

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The Object Of My Affection

Many years from now
I may not remember how we met
Or who you are
But someday
In my archives
There will be poems and letters
Rolled paintings of a gold flower
Old songs and empty fields
Which will all remind me
You were
Once
The object of my affection
And that will make me laugh
Thanking God
Someone like you was
Once
The object of my affection

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"One shouldn’t be too hard on oneself when the object of one’s affection returns the favor with rather less enthusiasm than one might have hoped."

"One shouldn’t be too hard on oneself when the object of one’s affection returns the favor with rather less enthusiasm than one might have hoped."

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To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of ‘Life.’

A reminder that dreams are meant to be lived. Probably my last post for a long while. Bye, tumblr! 😌

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wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

RIP to one of my greatest heroes, Robin Williams. Thanks for all the laughter and wisdom!

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