You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics.
Never have I been a blue calm sea, I have always been a storm.
What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.
J.D. Salinger‘s house is on the market and generating plenty of buzz, but before you make an offer consider “what does it mean to want to live in a dead writer’s house? When does fandom devolve into idolatry?”
Happy Birthday to the genius of Alfred Hitchcock, born on 13th August 1899. Passed in 1980.
Here’s there a tribute from 2008’s Vanity Fair Hollywood Portfolio. We’re glad to share the shoots of these iconic moments from HItch’s filmography, performed by these terrific actors:
- Charlize Theron, from Dial M For Murder (1954);
- Scarlett Johansson and Javier Bardem, from Rear Window (1954);
- Naomi Watts, from Marnie (1964);
- Keira Knightley and Jennifer Jason Leigh, from Rebecca (1940);
- Emile Hirsch and James McAvoy, from Strangers On A Train (1951);
- Renee Zellweger, from Vertigo (1958);
- Gwyneth Paltrow and Robert Downey Jr., from To Catch A Thief (1955);
- Tang Wei, Josh Brolin, Casey Affleck, Eva Marie Saint, Ben Foster, Omar Metwally and Julie Christie, from Lifeboat (1944);
- Jodie Foster, from The Birds (1963);
- Seth Rogen, from North By Northwest (1959),
- Marion Cotillard, from Psycho (1960).
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Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.
We all like to think the world ends when we do. The truth is our acquaintances, our friends, and our loved ones all live on, and through them, so do we. It’s not about what you had, but what you gave. It’s not about how you looked, but how you lived. And it’s not just about being remembered. It’s about giving people a good reason to remember you.
There is a good side and a bad side to most people, and in accordance with your own character and disposition you will bring out one of them and the other will remain a sealed book to you.
A man who lifts his chin in pride will fail to see the chasm at his feet.