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Clementine: This is it, Joel. It’s going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.
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"I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as 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 ggreasewizard)
I woke up this morning feeling angry. I feel tense, stressed, anxious, but above all angry. I feel like the smallest thing could set me off. I had wonderful dreams last night and then to wake up to a real life that, in all actuality, is complete shit felt pretty rough. I guess my life is nowhere near where I want it to be, nor does it show signs of even starting to head in that direction. I need something to do.
