March 2012
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I just found a story my dad wrote when he was...
It’s called “When the World Split in Two”
One hot day in Africa the equator was so hot that the world just split in two. The villagers were frightened and while they were sobbing the other half of the world was floating away into space. Then they heard a big thud. 10’000 years later they invented the telescope. They looked, and saw that the other half of the world was...
the cinnamon peeler's wife: (Skin) →
shinjimoon:
It begins here. This voiceless story. The migration from my body to yours, my flesh to your own, my being to what lies between your bones. I take pen to paper like I long to take your skin in with my lips. Your marvelous canvas, that uncharted terrain — I want to trace the contours of your humanness, catch the light that falls over your hands — from the hills of your knuckles into...
“You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...”
– Pan’s Labyrinth, 2006 (via uncurlingocean)
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“No one can give a definition of the soul. But we know what it feels like. The...”
– Albert Schweitzer (via larmoyante)
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“Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.”
– “Dark Places”, Gillian Flynn
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“You belong to me, I have made you mine. I can’t believe that there was ever a...”
– Franz Kafka, Diaries: 1917 (via girlinlondon)
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broken language
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to love someone. The roadmaps, which trapped the golden glowing moments, crumpled into blackened dusts and soot. To care deeply, the idea of it, the fortuitous instance where you would give your heart away, became lost-entirely. I’ve forgotten the words to which, a broken language, I would respond, and embrace. Upon the hardened tar of sweet...
“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and...”
– Oscar Wilde
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“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings,...”
– T.S. Eliot
“Because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or...”
– Sylvia Plath
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“What is the opposite of two?
A lonely me, a lonely you.”
– Richard Wilbur
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps...”
– Ayn Rand
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“This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire...”
– Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden
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“You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or...”
– The Painted Drum, Louise Erdrich
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“It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of...”
– Sylvia Plath
“The fact is, you don’t love me, and you haven’t destroyed me. You...”
– Jeannette Walls
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“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we...”
– Paul Harding
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“Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of...”
– H. G. Wells
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“But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out,...”
– Charles Dickens
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“When I look back down at my hand covering hers, I’m grateful she...”
– Simone Elkeles
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“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote...”
– Robert Frost