February 2012
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For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set...
– “For You” by Kim Addonizio (via growing-orbits)
December 2011
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Now the TV’s on at 3am and you’re sleeping on the couch, because you can.
Now the plate is where you left it, no one else is going to move it for you.
Now the politics of blankets are gone.
Now the people on the radio sound so far away.
Now you’ve got no plans when you wake up, just keep on keeping on.
Now the morning fades to light, to twilight, to night.
Now you rinse and...
November 2011
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I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation....
– Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
October 2011
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September 2011
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Sonnet XVII →
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by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of…
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If Harry Potter was an anime.
tiffwolf:
i just had to.
Don't look at me. It's my phone who's drunk.
August 2011
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I hate it when people edit pics I've already...
Not good enough for you? Bitch, please!
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I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m...
– The Distant Hours by Kate Morton (via thebookishdark)
You were probably the coolest kid I ever knew way back in grade school. We stayed up late talking about our favorite bands and how kids our age who listened to mainstream pop (boy-band and girl-band) music sucked. We played hide and seek, and you always knew where I hid because we shared the same hiding place most of the time, but you never ratted me out. We were so close. Then we grew up. What...
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The Art of Racing in the Rain
The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.
—Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
Told in the point of view of a dog (Enzo), The Art of Racing in the Rain is a heartwarming story that’s a must-read for all dog lovers. Made me cry.
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Anna Kamienska, "In a Hospital"
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By the side of an old woman who is dying in a corrider no one stands Staring at the ceiling for so many days already she writes in the air with her finger There are no tears no laments no wringing of hands not enough angels on duty Some deaths are polite and quiet as if somebody gave up his place in a crowded tram
Translated by David Curzon and Grazyna Drabik
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I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there...
– Frida Kahlo
Ask me about Pablo Neruda, Foster the People, or photography, and I can talk for hours and hours. But ask me about myself, and I’m speechless.
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July 2011
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When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to...
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought,...
– Frida Kahlo (via girlwithoutwings)
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And even though I am inconsolably furious with...
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You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
– John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
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Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my...
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