December 2011
160 posts
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“He sounded faintly sad. Perhaps he finds beauty saddening — I do myself...”
– Dodie Smith
“Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the...”
– Federico Garcia Lorca, excerpt from “Song of the Barren Orange Tree”, translated by W.S. Merwin (via elvedon)
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“I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst...”
– Sarah Kane
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“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
– Oscar Wilde
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“We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories...”
– Milan Kundera
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“You are the music while the music lasts.”
– T. S. Eliot
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“He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for...”
– F Scott Fitzgerald
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“When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember...”
– Rob Sheffield
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“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving...”
– Albert Einstein
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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
“A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But...”
– Oscar Wilde (via mur-de-merveille)
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mushroom
A simple, unattractive thing that grows insidiously on the bank of a river. Nobody looks at the mushroom and nobody cares to look. It sits day after day, a sad little rooted shape of nothing. But could they see it? As it sits there, with its sad head dropping to the side. It is grotesque and ugly, but more important, it is lonely. It is its own disgusting friend, as it sits alone among other,...
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darkness
With elbows torn and red, with knees that stick to dirt, I tear through the night like I tear through the forest. Among loose limbs of broken sycamores and willows, I have found myself lost again. Lost, with the sticky substance of mirth and unexpected high spirits, in and among clouds of darkness and grey light. Among the ash-heaps and silt, I managed to crawl, barefooted, with soles bleeding and...
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“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune...”
– Emily Dickinson
“Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin (via bookmania)
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“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the...”
– Aldous Huxley
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“Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for...”
– Betty Smith
“I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘It hurts to...”
– Andrea Gibson (via stay-quiet)
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely...”
– Bob Marley (via sitbackandream)
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reading and the sea
I dream of sitting by the restless seaside. And I want to read; not just read, but plunge—greatly, completely, uninhibitedly into a world of prose, of mystic wonder and drama. The fluttering of the pages will be the sound of my heartbeat, as it trembles before everything beautiful. I want to feel the words ebb as with the tides pulling along the sand banks, hungrily, fulfilling my needs with...
how to disappear →
milkwoods:
withdraw from society. pass the time by peering out of the window at the snow. listen to simon and garfunkel. refuse to consume anything other than cigarettes and sweet tea. spend the day wearing pyjamas and a duvet. ignore reality. shut the door to the outside world. shrink into yourself. pretend to be asleep when anyone tries to make social contact. stare at maps and globes and wish...
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“There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of...”
– Rashani
“I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went...”
– Evelyn Waugh
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is...”
– Unknown (via aurelle)
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I wish I could absorb all my emotions into a pen. I would be able to write the most melancholy of verses and pour out a great deluge of messy emotions without myself feeling even the slightest prick of pain or joy.
