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Jasper D. Wrinch


I remember egging houses when I was in high school and wondering why people didn’t cut out the middleman and just egg people. I also remember thinking that “egg” is a beautiful verb. 

"You realise you are not special. You have struggled into existence and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone’s experience, every single one. The specifics hardly matter, everyone is everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen, all her meager sadnesses are yours, all her loneliness. The grey, straw-like hair, her red, raw hands, It’s yours. It is time for you to understand this."

Synecdoche, New York - Charlie Kaufman, 2008

I’m just an animal looking for a home. Share the same space for a minute or a two.

The Talking Heads (via blinddog)