I don’t do anything just for the sake of it. For me, I don’t even live my life for the sake of it. Just because I have this life and I’m going to live it – no. I have to do something with everything. I’m not really old, and I’m not really wise; I’ve just started a career, but in my limited experience I understand the value of opportunities and the fragility of life in general. When I hurt my back in Lootera, I was lying there not knowing if I could dance or do action ever again. I couldn’t even stand on my own two feet. When I had dengue, the doctors had pretty much said, ‘you were incredibly fit going into the disease, and that’s why you were able to fight it off. You pretty much hit rock bottom for 24 hours and we would have put you in the ICU and you would have been fighting for your life.’ I lost my best friend last month very tragically. That’s why I don’t take life and life’s opportunities for granted.

So for me, every ad that I do is the last ad I’ll ever do. Every movie I do is the last movie I’ll do. Every cameo I do is the last cameo I’ll ever do. Every shot that I give is the last shot I’ll ever give. Who knows what can happen tomorrow? This is something I’ve always believed in, but my experiences keep reiterating and validating it for me. I don’t even plan for the future. Whatever it is, it is in the now. That’s why I go after every little thing with that much zeal.


Ranveer Singh 

elephantandthedove:

"Walter White never wanted to fit in. He didn’t want to build an empire. He felt that the empire was owed to him, simply because he was a smart guy who grew up out West, where every college-educated family man is entitled to the American Dream. Earlier this week, the critic Todd Van Der Werff wrote about Walter White as the typical "angry white man,” and the fact that he’s called “Mr. White” does underscore a certain type of privilege. Just think about the difference between him and Krazy 8, the meth distributor he chained up in the basement long ago. Walt assumes that Krazy 8 is just a burn-out from Mexico, but it turns out that the man was born right there in Albuquerque. He worked hard at his father’s furniture store, studied business administration at the university, and had delusions of grandeur just like Walt: he wanted to be a musician one day. “Small world,” Walt tells him. “The paths we take, eh?” But it’s telling that only one of their paths ends in a tub of hydrofluoric acid. Krazy 8 pays for his sins. Walt just gets rewarded for them. And, in his mind, he’s never rewarded enough. He takes Todd’s credo to heart: “No matter how many millions you got, how do you turn your back on more?”
– Melissa Maerz, Entertainment Weekly (Oct 2, 2103)

Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
John Green (Paper Towns)

syedamushdaali:

A rainy day out at Shaheed Minar - of reflections, silence, and sheer beauty.


asylum-art:

Limzy Wei: Flowergirls

artist on tumblr

Malaysian artist Lim Zhi Wei adorns her watercolors entitled “ Flowergirls” with real flowers, to a stunning effect.

nevver:

Los Angeles


nevver:

Mirror man, Rui Calcada Bastos