May 2013
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Deep rivers run quiet.
– Haruki Murakami (via fleurlungs)
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People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
– Charles Bukowski (via migeru)
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Spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself & a little...
– The Breakfast Club (1985)
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And so I have before me
two views in one:
a mournful cemetery made
of tiny...
– Wisława Szymborska, from “Foraminifera” (transl. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Baranczak)
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my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong...
– e. e. cummings (via petrichour)
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It seemed vain and arrogant in the extreme to try to better that anonymous work...
– Orlando, Virginia Woolf (via floriental)
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You can hold back from the suffering of the world. You have free permission to...
– Franz Kafka (via larmoyante)
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Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.
– Victor Hugo: Ninety-Three (via mirroir)
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quiero escabiar hasta morirme y vomitar todas mis tripas y mi corazón y todo eso
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my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and smell and hearing...
– e.e. cummings (via petrichour)
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a...
– Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese” (via petrichour)
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Your past is just a story. And once you realize this it has no power over you.
– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via pavorst)
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Viví muchas cosas con vos, y por eso te quiero y por eso te extraño. Pero ya no me acuerdo bien de cómo sos, ni de cómo es tu voz, ni de cómo me mirabas o te reías. Nada de eso fue tan fuerte como la primera vez que te soñé: Estaba sentada en un bar esperando sin saber bien qué, hasta que llegaste y ahí me di cuenta. Entonces te acercaste y sin decir nada me diste nuestro primer beso. Me olvidé...
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Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse...
– Albert Camus (via petrichour)
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los vagabundos del amor
Ayer mientras de a poco me dormía, el fuerte viento me trajo el tren hasta mi cama. Allí tendida y cansada lo escuchaba y de mi pecho nacían poemas que todos al aire se dirigían: surgían como el vapor de la locomotora y viajaban como fragancias imposibles de tocar. No recuerdo haber pensado en nada pues mi mente de a poco desfallecía, pero recuerdo haber sentido el temblor de mis manos queriendo...
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there is always somebody in the other room
who wonders what you are doing...
– Charles Bukowski (via petrichour)
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The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on...
– Terry Pratchett, Diggers (via greekg0ds)
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A great novel heightens your senses and sensitivity to the complexities of life...
– Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via quillkirkland)
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We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke —
– Emily Dickinson (via oneawkwardsilence)
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¿Para qué escribe uno, si no es para juntar sus pedazos?
– Galeano (via efimerabelleza)
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sadness
under the skin
sometimes
there is no skin
only sadness
– Nora Alleyn, “Mourning” (via bokura)
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He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in...
– Jake Christie, Small Stories (via larmoyante)
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I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via chanel-smokes)
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It is practically always so painful for me to speak to other people.
– Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, August 1883 (via hiperbole)
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While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
– Dejan Stojanovic, from The Shape (via violentwavesofemotion)
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They say that
nothing is wasted:
either that
or
it all is.
– Charles Bukowski (via fleurlungs)
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I usually take a walk after breakfast, write for three hours, have lunch and...
– Ingmar Bergman (via adieufranz)
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She’s so hurt. She is one who does not know what she suffers from, or why, or...
– Anaïs Nin, Ladders To Fire (via thelostdeer)
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Close your eyes,
fall in love,
stay there.
– Rumi (via penseesduchoeur)
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The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in...
– Oscar Wilde (via motsquivont)
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I was born a glass baby
and nobody picked me up
except to wash the dust
off...
– Anne Sexton, from When The Glass Of My Body Broke (via violentwavesofemotion)
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lastfm →
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Even though cold is colder. Far is further. Now is longer. Even though it takes...
– I Wrote This For You: The Dirt Beneath Fingernails (via ohfairies)
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When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in...
– Ingmar Bergman (via tat-art)
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My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.
– Jonathan Carroll (via readingbukowski)
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I’d won the world
but like a
forsaken explorer,
I’d lost
my map.
– Anne Sexton, from “The Fury of God’s Goodbye” (via inherwar)
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Cover me with soft Earth.. jasmine, lilies and myrtle; and when they grow above...
– Kahlil Gibran (via anorecsia)
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It’s not childish to hold on to hope. It’s actually hard - very, very hard.
– Dr. Isobel Stevens (via ohfairies)
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How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
– David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via commovente)
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I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that - I don’t mind people...
– Hugh Mackay (via artistsuffer)