I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
karenhurley:
Jody Xiong of DDB China in conjunction with the China Environmental Protection Foundation created this wonderful outdoor campaign to create a subtle visual reminder of the environmental benefits of walking versus driving. Enormous white canvases with a bare tree were placed across 132 crosswalks in 15 Chinese cities. As pedestrians crossed their shoe soles were imprinted with a small amount of green paint, leaving behind a trail of leaf-like footprints. BBD estimated that nearly 3,920,000 people passed through the installations, and the final posters were eventually hung has billboards in several urban locations. Awesome!
An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.
The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.
If one dreams alone, it is only a dream. If many dream together, it is the beginning of a new reality.
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Reader’s Bill of Rights
1. The right to not read
2. The right to skip pages
3. The right to not finish
4. The right to reread
5. The right to read anything
6. The right to escapism
7. The right to read anywhere
8. The right to browse
9. The right to read out loud
10. The right to not defend your tastes
thefrogman:
The Nature of Ambition by Grant Snider [website | tumblr | twitter]
(Source: theamericankid)
