January 2012
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I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.
– Hunter S. Thompson (via misswallflower)
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Bird-Understander
Of many reasons I love you here is one the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright so you can tell me there is a bird trapped in the terminal all the people ignoring it because they do not know what do with it except to leave it alone until it scares itself to death it makes you terribly terribly sad You wish you could take the...
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If the curve of You was curved on me
I’d tell You that I loved You
– Snow Patrol - New York
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December 2011
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“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. The country is grey and brown and white in trees, snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny not just darker, not just grey. It may be the coldest day of the year, what does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again.”...
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It’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting lonely” (like...
– Chuck Klosterman (via rockandrollandrobin)
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Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous ones we do...
– Words by Anne Sexton (via growing-orbits)
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Dove that ventured outside, flying far from the dovecote:
housed and...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, translation by Stephen Mitchell, from The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (with thanks to beautywelove)
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He was seized by that desire for conquest, that thirst for the power of...
– JP Jacobsen, Niels Lyhne
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He had been too busy adorning himself with what he lacked to have time to...
– JP Jacobsen
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I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life.
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via lavandula)
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Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them...
– Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam (via itgivesitthew; jakeisg)
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Lies, Lies, Lies →
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