November 2011
40 posts
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“It only takes time, and it only needs confidence.”
– Ernest Hemingway, “A Moveable Feast”
“Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world’s heart breaks beneath its...”
– Sara Teasdale, from “Winter Stars” (via the-final-sentence)
my sin.
Pride is my sin. Whether my experiences made me this way or I’ve always been this way, I don’t know anymore. And it doesn’t matter. I try to do things on my own. I do not like asking for help. So when I need my mom to watch my son because I want or need to do something, I make sure in every way possible that there are no other options. Is that my pride talking? Definitely. When I...
“But I swear I’ll never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun.”
– Jens Lekman (via hungerforthegreatlight)
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“‘cause i’m so busy
so busy thinking about kissing you
and now i...”
– Jens Lekman “A Little Lost”
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“We’re too young to fall asleep,
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it...”
– Radiohead, “My Iron Lung”
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“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm...”
– Ernest Hemingway “A Moveable Feast”
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“You are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is...”
– Emilie Autumn (The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls)
Do love this.
“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness...”
– Fernando Pessoa
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being...”
– Vladimir Nabokov
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it's ugly. it's really ugly.
What law governs here? Is it the law of nature? Of physics, of democracy? The law of the land? Is it the law of superiority, of power, of the weak being oppressed, the strong the oppressor? Is it the law of appearances? Where has the beauty gone? The raw, ugly, honest truth, the natural state of things, no games, no roles to play or shoes to fill. The standard of happiness or of being content, the...
“Your eyes make me shy.”
– Anaïs Nin
“you are like the snow only
purer fleeter, like the rain
only sweeter frailer...”
– E.E Cummings (1894-1962)
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a...”
– Robert Frost
“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the...”
– We were never really born, we will never really die.
Jack Kerouac (via felicityoftheseas)
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Now you will receive us...
We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
We do not want your tired and sick.
It is your corrupt we claim.
It is your evil that will be sought by us.
With every breath we shall hunt them down.
Each day we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies.
Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
These are not polite...
