Crappy Story Idea #8

Wow, this could also be a crappy movie starring Colin Farrell or Mark Wahlberg:

Quin loves this boy from his old neighborhood with whom he liked to play soccer. Quin always loved to go back and play soccer with this boy because it reminds him of when his life was less complicated. Now that he his a gangster, Quin has little to keep him grounded. Until one day the boy is shot in senseless street fight, as result Quin seeks revenge against those who did this, but also seeks an end to his gangster ways by making a home with the dead boy’s mother.  

Any ideas for shitty female leads?


I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
Carl Sagan (via earlyfrost) (via cocoku) (via witchwife)

wordpainting:

Flannery O’Connor reading (intently) as a child.

wordpainting:

Flannery O’Connor reading (intently) as a child.



Once we were sun kings, every little one of us, rulers of our hometown restaurants, demanding whatever extravagances our incomes allowed. We indulged ravenously and gleefully, beneficiaries of a trend known as world cuisine, which meant fresh food flown to the kitchens of top dining establishments at unimaginable expense. Sourcing from faraway places was thought to be the ultimate in elite eating, and nobody I knew had the slightest idea that the pursuit of wanton culinary pleasure wasn’t an advancement in the progress of the human race. (via Alan Richman on Ethical Eating)

Once we were sun kings, every little one of us, rulers of our hometown restaurants, demanding whatever extravagances our incomes allowed. We indulged ravenously and gleefully, beneficiaries of a trend known as world cuisine, which meant fresh food flown to the kitchens of top dining establishments at unimaginable expense. Sourcing from faraway places was thought to be the ultimate in elite eating, and nobody I knew had the slightest idea that the pursuit of wanton culinary pleasure wasn’t an advancement in the progress of the human race. (via Alan Richman on Ethical Eating)


Mao, King Kong, and the Future of the Book: a conversation on the unrecorded history of online publishing.

Mao, King Kong, and the Future of the Book: a conversation on the unrecorded history of online publishing.



Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.
Jorge Luis Borges (via booklover206)



picturethis-that:

Book Sculptures by Jacqueline Lee Rush

picturethis-that:

Book Sculptures by Jacqueline Lee Rush



bigdickbrandon:

This is the only book that matters…

bigdickbrandon:

This is the only book that matters…


Haruki Murakami! Norwegian Wood (2010) Teaser (via filmsmash2)