i hate it when u sharpen ur pencil hella sharp and then right when u put pressure on it, it breaks like wtf pencil do ur job
I don’t believe in an afterlife, but I still fully expect to see my brother again. And it’s like a dream life, but you know there’s something I’m finding out as I’m aging: that I am in love with the world. As I look right now, as we speak together, out my window of my studio I see my trees, my beautiful, beautiful maples are hundreds of years old, but they are beautiful. I can see how beautiful they are, I can take time to see how beautiful they are. It is a blessing to get old, it is a blessing to find the time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. You know, I don’t think I’m rationalizing anything, I really don’t, because this is all inevitable—I have no control over it. “Bumble-ardy” was a combination of the deepest pain, and the wondrous feeling of coming into my own, and it took a long time. It took a very long time, but it’s genuine—unless I’m crazy, I could be crazy, and you could be talking to a crazy person.
…I have nothing but praise now for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot, because I miss people. I cry a lot, because they die, and I can’t stop them. They leave me, and I love them more. And I’m in a very soft mood, as you can gather, because new people have died. They were not that old. And so, it’s what I dread, more than anything, is the isolation. But, I have my young people here—four of them, who are studying—and they look at me like somebody who knows everything…poor kids. If they only knew how little I know. Obviously I give off something that they trust, because they’re all intelligent… Oh, god, there’s so many beautiful things in the world, which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.
…almost certainly, I’ll go before you go, but then I won’t have to miss you. I don’t know if I’ll do another book or not, but it doesn’t matter. I’m a happy old man. But I will cry my way, all the way, to the grave.
…I wish you all good things. Live your life, live your life, live your life."
Maurice Sendak, “Maurice Sendak: On Life, Death and Children’s Lit”, September, 2012
Listen to the interview here.(via obesitycore)
this post makes me so happy like look at that pup’s face
"I CHEWED ON A THING AND A BUNCH OF LOUD PEOPLE CAME AND PET MY HEAD!!!!! ISN’T THAT GREAT"
it’s 2014 and there’s still guys tryna rock the 2009 justin bieber hairstyle please love yourself
oH MY GOSH
when my friend told her drug dealer that she was transgender he immediately started using the correct pronouns for her and her parents dont so theres an issue there
*wears the same outfit as yesterday* vintage