August 2011
4 posts
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Lot of people spend their time just floating
We were victims together but...
– Jack Johnson.
July 2011
14 posts
awritersruminations:
We sit on a train no one asks if we want to get off and we move towards a bridge and the bridge will break This bridge or the next will break
How much you hurt me how much I hurt you as we are travelling in such a hurry towards a bridge – that won’t hold
—Hilde Domin, “At Full Speed” (translated by Meg Taylor and Elke Heckel)
véronique la perrière m. →
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June 2011
252 posts
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
– C.S. Lewis (via wingsforlashes)
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I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re...
– Neil Gaiman (via endofmarch)
But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised...
– Mark Twain, Letters From The Earth (via mitochondria)
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The King of Limbs - Radiohead.
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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world,
and you believe you are...
– Anais Nin (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Her mind no longer existed in any way that mattered.
– Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via mermaid-barbie)
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