"La petite intelligence discrimine, la grande intelligence englobe (Tchouang Tseu). J’ajoute : la grande intelligence a besoin de la petite."
– Edgar Morin (via seulcequibrule)

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"We always talk about the downside of [fandom] because that’s the more colourful thing to talk about. There are many more fans out there whose response to wishing for creative control is to make up their own stories. And to make up their own ideas, and to make beautiful drawings, and scripts of their own. There is the slash fiction - and why not? What’s wrong with porn? It’s made many people in this room happy; it’s a vessel of human happiness, why should we object to it? It’s a creative response to something! That’s brilliant and wonderful and heartening and exciting when that happens. Because that’s how people start being writers. It is. You start being a writer by imitating other writers. Mark and I never stopped!…That is a hugely positive thing and yes, of course, somewhere in amongst that there is the clinically insane, but we can’t allow that to dominate the conversation."
– Steven Moffat on fans and fanfiction at Sherlock: Anatomy of a Hit [x] (via thecutteralicia)

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"For years, mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”… The truth is you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation."
– Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D., “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog”   (via fragilis)

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"Patrick and I went and saw a movie Thursday night at midnight and I was playing this game called “Make Patrick blush” which basically consists of.. making Patrick blush. He bought the movie tickets so I paid for a cab to the theater. I told Patrick our ride there was a surprise, I had him thinking it was anything from a limo to a semitruck. I had the cab driver pick up whatever cheap flowers he could cause I figured Patrick would laugh it off and throw them out, but he ended up putting them in the bus. He blushed a few times from that, and once when I asked the cab driver how long until we got to the theater because “My boyfriend wanted to get me in the dark theater already,” which resulted in him blushing the worst yet. When we got inside the theater we ended up throwing popcorn at this dude that kept saying “Shhh”, and when I say we I basically mean just me. Id throw popcorn and Patrick would slap my hand. Call me sadistic cause I kept doing it so hed hit me. Wink. Oh and yeah, grabbing his leg also results in a hand slap. Later on I had to piss and Patrick refused to let me go on his legs so I had to walk all the way to the bathroom. Being “sneaky” I came back in the other door and grabbed his shoulders to startle him, this resulted in him dropping the popcorn all over the floor. Haha. And last night we just laid around the bus and talked about things, I told him a lot of stuff Ive been dying to tell anyone, especially him. Everything he said made a lot of sense.. Im not one to get into personal details though. Its just amazing when you can find yourself even closer to the closest person to you in your life. Then again when doesnt he amaze me? Its funny how this little guy means more to me than anything ever could, how over the years hes been by my side when anyone and everyone else would turn their backs."
– Pete Wentz’s Livejournal, 2005 (via fallotubyo)

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