“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.”—Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via madamecuriewasmymother)
I really wish I could say, “bitch, you are racist” while talking about the Ferguson situation in my mommy group, but I can’t bring myself to do it because then I’d be labeled as the “mean” one. I will just continue to be passive aggressive while implying it.
Remember in 1993 when Jurassic Park was like…the end all, be all of special effects?
not gonna lie that still looks intimately real
I’m still somewhat convinced that someone sold their soul to create the special effects in Jurassic Park because that shit is over 20 years old and it still really, really holds up, better than the stuff in a lot of current movies, even.
Fucking witchcraft, man.
So, I was like 4 and my uncle was watching jurassic park turned up pretty loud when I walked in their house. I was so terrified of it that I didn’t actually watch Jurassic park all the way through until like 3 or 4 years ago. It’s amazing. But I totally understand why I was so scared as a child. It’s THAT good.
I want a little sugar in my bowl, I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin’, oh, so bad, I feel so funny, I feel so sad I want a little steam on my clothes, maybe I could fix things up so they’ll go What’s the matter, daddy? Come on and save my soul I need some sugar in my bowl, I ain’t foolin’, I want some sugar in my bowl