Caine’s Arcade, a new viral documentary about an inventive East LA kid that loves arcades and the positive power of the internet. There’s more I can say, but first I have to stop weeping like a bitch. (via)
watch this, you’ll be glad you did <3
Caine’s Arcade, a new viral documentary about an inventive East LA kid that loves arcades and the positive power of the internet. There’s more I can say, but first I have to stop weeping like a bitch. (via)
watch this, you’ll be glad you did <3
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:| | I’m a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good. I know too much to be good. I know myself. I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly. |
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:| | I don’t deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it. |
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:| | Everyone has a gripping stranger in their lives, Andy, a stranger who unwittingly possesses a bizarre hold over you. Maybe it’s the kid in cut-offs who mows your lawn or the woman wearing white shoulders who stamps your book at the library - a stranger who, if you were to come home and find a message from them on your answering machine saying, “Drop everything. I love you. Come away with me now to Florida,” you’d follow them. |
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:| | ‘Life is boring. People are vengeful. Good things always end. We do so many things and we don’t know why, and if we do find out why, it’s decades later and knowing why doesn’t matter anymore. |
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:| | You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just didn’t care. I guess that’s what’s scariest: not caring about the loss. |
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:| | There was the story of the central California widow who had fought to have her recently dead husband exhumed, pleading her case that before he had died he had swallowed her diamond ring in some sort of spite and that she wanted this jewel returned. But in the end she confessed that she had not slept for many many weeks and that she had been spending her nights lying on his grave, trying to speak to him, and that all she really wanted was just to be able to see his face one more time. |
| | And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older, as you see people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened. |
I gave
a girl my soul.
She looked at it.
Smiled faintly.
And dropped
it into the gutter.
Casually.
God! she had class.-richard brautigan
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:| | I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago. You don’t look like any girl I’ve ever seen before. I couldn’t say “Well she looks just like Jane Fonda, except that she’s got red hair, and her mouth is different and of course, she’s not a movie star…” I couldn’t say that because you don’t look like Jane Fonda at all. I finally ended up describing you as a movie I saw when I was a child in Tacoma Washington. I guess I saw it in 1941 or 42, somewhere in there. I think I was seven, or eight, or six. It was a movie about rural electrification, a perfect 1930’s New Deal morality kind of movie to show kids. The movie was about farmers living in the country without electricity. They had to use lanterns to see by at night, for sewing and reading, and they didn’t have any appliances like toasters or washing machines, and they couldn’t listen to the radio. They built a dam with big electric generators and they put poles across the countryside and strung wire over fields and pastures. There was an incredible heroic dimension that came from the simple putting up of poles for the wires to travel along. They looked ancient and modern at the same time. Then the movie showed electricity like a young Greek god, coming to the farmer to take away forever the dark ways of his life. Suddenly, religiously, with the throwing of a switch, the farmer had electric lights to see by when he milked his cows in the early black winter mornings. The farmer’s family got to listen to the radio and have a toaster and lots of bright lights to sew dresses and read the newspaper by. It was really a fantastic movie and excited me like listening to the Star Spangled Banner, or seeing photographs of President Roosevelt, or hearing him on the radio “… the President of the United States… “ I wanted electricity to go everywhere in the world. I wanted all the farmers in the world to be able to listen to President Roosevelt on the radio…. And that’s how you look to me. |
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:| | Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. |
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:| | Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all. |
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:| | I have emotions I go for days at a time I feel as if I am an ad 18 rooms |
Old Man In Nursing Home Reacts To Hearing Music From His Era
This is so precious. Music is really something powerful. Having experienced this kind of thing first-hand, I can promise you it is life-giving for everyone in the room.
made my heart happy <3
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