February 2012
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“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via misswallflower)
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“…as if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create...”
– 1Q84, Haruki Murakami (via iloveyourglasses)
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January 2012
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“This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via skeletales)
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http://cutthroatchorus.tumblr.com/post/16799932815/... →
birdandvine:
Up Margaret Atwood You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong, you can’t get out of bed. It’s something about the crumpled sheets hanging over the edge like jungle foliage, the terry slippers gaping their dark pink mouths for your feet, the unseen breakfast— some...
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“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 (via bookmania)
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“We have a sane part of our minds and an insane part. We negotiate between those...”
– Haruki Murakami (via theparisreview)
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misswallflower:
‘Park that car, drop that phone,...
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What does it mean when your fortune cookie doesn’t have a fortune in it?
“What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last year’s lessons go?...”
– I Dream a Highway - Gillian Welch (via zesticola)
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