Just a raggamuffin from the streets.

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

—Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via starrywavves)

Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

—Albery Camus (via amijoanyett)

Life can be magnificent and overwhelming — that is its whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would be almost easy to live.

—Albert Camus. (via kalifornia-kussh)

The Marrying Kind

fuckyeahwomensrugby:

Everyone: (Chorus) If I were the marrying kind, and thank the Lord I’m not sir, the kind of rugger I would be would be a rugby:

Player: Flanker, sir!

Everyone: Flanker, sir, why is that, sir?

Player: ‘Cause I’d get off quick

Everyone: And you’d get off quick, we’d all get off quick together….

Days of the Week

fuckyeahwomensrugby:

Leader: Monday’s a working day!

Everyone: Monday’s a working day!

Chorus: Leader: How’s your father?

Everyone: Alright.

Leader: And your mother?

Everyone: Too tight.

Leader: And what about that brother/sister/teammate/coach/professor,etc.?

Everyone: Just right!

Leader: When’s the last time?

Everyone: Last night!

Leader: And when’s the next time?

Everyone: Tonight!

Leader: Is everybody happy?

Everybody: You bet your ass we are!  (put your finger on top of somebody’s head, and it means they have to twirl like a ballerina)

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humansofnewyork:

These two were acting like complete teenagers. When I walked up, she was nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She giggled the entire time I talked with them, while he kept a big goofy grin on his face. And whenever I asked about their relationship, she clutched his arm, looked at him just like this, giggled, then said: “We’re not telling!”

humansofnewyork:

These two were acting like complete teenagers. When I walked up, she was nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She giggled the entire time I talked with them, while he kept a big goofy grin on his face. And whenever I asked about their relationship, she clutched his arm, looked at him just like this, giggled, then said: “We’re not telling!”

thegetty:

Another gruesome manuscript match up based on last night’s Game of Thrones from our Medieval manuscripts curator:

"Last week it was cannibalism, this week it’s death by fire. We saw supposed heretics burned at the stake to satisfy the fire god, the Lord of Light (or at least his uber-creepy, crimson-clad priestess).
In this illumination, even knights aren’t untouchable to the torch. The Pope crushed the chivalric order and after a series of confessions, the grand master of the Knights Templar was burned as a heretic.”

Heated tempers all around.

thegetty:

Another gruesome manuscript match up based on last night’s Game of Thrones from our Medieval manuscripts curator:

"Last week it was cannibalism, this week it’s death by fire. We saw supposed heretics burned at the stake to satisfy the fire god, the Lord of Light (or at least his uber-creepy, crimson-clad priestess).

In this illumination, even knights aren’t untouchable to the torch. The Pope crushed the chivalric order and after a series of confessions, the grand master of the Knights Templar was burned as a heretic.”

Heated tempers all around.

(via wtfarthistory)