
I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.
by Margaret Atwood (via pale-afternoon)
by Margaret Atwood (via pale-afternoon)
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How can you even think of killing yourself? (…) What if there’s no God, and you only go around once and that’s it. Well, you know, don’t you want to be part of the experience? You know, what the hell, it’s not all a drag. And I’m thinkin’ to myself, geez, I should stop ruining my life. Searching for answers I’m never gonna get, and just enjoy it while it lasts. And, you know, after, who knows? I mean, you know, maybe there is something. Nobody really knows. I know maybe is a very slim reed to hang your whole life on, but that’s the best we have.
by Woody Allen, Hannah & Her Sisters. (via hemingerald)
by Woody Allen, Hannah & Her Sisters. (via hemingerald)
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