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"Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for..."

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 11:19:50 +0200

“Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!”

- John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany (via fuckyeah-literature)

jap4nese: あなたを求めずに、私はあなたのために落ちた。ごめんなさい。 Without asking you, I fell for you. I am sorry.

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:44:14 +0200

jap4nese:

あなたを求めずに、私はあなたのために落ちた。ごめんなさい。

Without asking you, I fell for you. I am sorry.

"You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such..."

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:43:03 +0200

“You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”

- Carl Sagan (via petrichour)

This quote is discomforting if you’re completely alone tho..fuck

(via fashion-philosopher)

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Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:41:32 +0200

"…the silence Holds with its gloved hand The wild hawk of the mind."

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:30:10 +0200

“…the silence
Holds with its gloved hand
The wild hawk of the mind.”

- R. S. Thomas, from “The Untamed” (via litverve)

"The shadow in us sings, “Stand out of the light!” But I live, I live, I travel in the sun."

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:27:57 +0200

“The shadow in us sings, “Stand out of the light!”
But I live, I live, I travel in the sun.”

- Muriel Rukeyser, from “Eighth Elegy. Children’s Elegy” in Out of Silence: Selected Poems, edited by Kate Daniels (via litverve)

"I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul."

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:24:47 +0200

“I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.”

- Woori (via fawun)

"Your absence has gone through meLike thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its..."

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:23:42 +0200

“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
 Everything I do is stitched with its colour.”

- W.S. Merwin, “Separation” (via larmoyante)

"How can one heart, one heart not entirely sound, bear so much discontent and the incessant tugging..."

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:21:49 +0200

“How can one heart, one heart not entirely sound, bear so much discontent and the incessant tugging of so much desire?”

- Diaries, Franz Kafka (via wonderingrocks)

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Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:20:46 +0200

"It’s June. I’m tired of being brave."

Wed, 29 May 2013 13:35:33 +0200

“It’s June.
I’m tired of being brave.”

- Anne Sexton, ‘The Truth the Dead Know’ (via c-ovet)

"She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you..."

Mon, 27 May 2013 13:37:38 +0200

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.”

- Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via strangefatality)

"One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:00:19 +0200

“One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find.”

- Jeanette Winterson, from “The Stone Gods” (via violentwavesofemotion)

"Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:58:55 +0200

““Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.””

- Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac (via fabulousbitch69)

"But remembering those moments, I still stand in ecstasy, inhaling through the noise of falling rain,..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:58:45 +0200

“But remembering those moments, I still stand in ecstasy, inhaling through the noise of falling rain, the smell of invisible, enduring lilacs”

- Marcel Proust (via iloverainandcoffee)

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Thu, 23 May 2013 19:57:43 +0200

"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:56:46 +0200

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)

"She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: “It shines like a little diamond”, “What does?” “This..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:56:22 +0200

““She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: “It shines like a little diamond”,
“What does?”
“This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.””

- Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Age Of Reason (via violentwavesofemotion)

"I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired."

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:54:59 +0200

“I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.”

- Elizabeth Scott (via 144-000)

"And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking."

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:54:57 +0200

“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”

- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via strangefatality)

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"Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for..."

jap4nese: あなたを求めずに、私はあなたのために落ちた。ごめんなさい。 Without asking you, I fell for you. I am sorry.

"You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such..."

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"…the silence Holds with its gloved hand The wild hawk of the mind."

"The shadow in us sings, “Stand out of the light!” But I live, I live, I travel in the sun."

"I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul."

"Your absence has gone through meLike thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its..."

"How can one heart, one heart not entirely sound, bear so much discontent and the incessant tugging..."

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"It’s June. I’m tired of being brave."

"She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you..."

"One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world..."

"Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain..."

"But remembering those moments, I still stand in ecstasy, inhaling through the noise of falling rain,..."

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"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at..."

"She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: “It shines like a little diamond”, “What does?” “This..."

"I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired."

"And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking."

"Your absence has gone through meLike thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its..."