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My favourite poet, really wish it was written down somewhere.

Mr. Fox: [sighs] Who am I, Kylie?
Kylie: Who how? What now?
Mr. Fox: Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you’ll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?

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I think I have this thing where everybody has to think I’m the greatest, the quote unquote “Fantastic Mr. Fox.” And if they aren’t completely knocked out and dazzled and slightly intimidated by me, I don’t feel good about myself.

— Fantastic Mr.Fox (via philphys)

Reblogged from Philosophy

Watched this last night-great flick, touches on some key concepts of existentialism too. Quite the mind fuck really. Shows you how incredibly stupid human beings are and how incredibly smart some animals are. Also makes you wonder why where we born humans? Why were we not born to be “a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle” Makes you think about how some people are better then others but are they really? Or is that all just a built up perception or stereotype, or both that we have built over the past few centuries? Everyone is different and therefore talented in different areas, the classic example they use in this movie is the athlete which is very true where I live in this small-minded hockey consumed town. These kids are no better then anyone else, even though many people seem to think they are and many of them indeed think they are as well. I guess what I’m trying to say here is that it seems like a lot of society strives to be this one perfect being, including myself, but I think by doing this we lose ourselves completely and who we used to be, we become more obsessed with pleasing the general public and friends and family then ourselves and our souls, essentially.

Reblogged from The Official Blog of Director Danny Davila

Haven’t been going to school lately, some sort of head cold has kept me from it. I watched American History X last night, fantastic movie, really made me question why do we hate? why do we judge people even? The end however seemed to answer those questions, it wasn’t one of those corny endings where everything goes good and they live happily ever after. I guess this would be a good time to use a quote, heh, kind of ironic but whatever.

‘Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time. It’s just not worth it. Derek says it’s always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can’t top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you’d like. ‘We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.’