Wednesday, April 10, 2013

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Monday, April 8, 2013

The National - “Demons” (by thenationalofficial)

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Sunday, April 7, 2013

cliqmo:

“Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”

—Carlos Ruiz Zafón

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kateoplis: “At forty-five, I feel grateful almost daily to be the adult I wished...

kateoplis:

“At forty-five, I feel grateful almost daily to be the adult I wished I could be when I was seventeen. I work on my arm strength at the gym; I’ve become pretty good with tools.

At the same time, almost daily, I lose battles with the seventeen-year-old who’s still inside me. I eat half a box of…

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Saturday, April 6, 2013
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.” Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via theblackquill)
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“I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn’t understand. And I have always known that, at heart, I would have you no different. But most people don’t know how to love. Nothing is enough for them. They must have their dreams. It’s the only thing they do well. Dreaming. They dream up obligations. New ones every day. They long for undiscovered countries, fresh demands, another call. While some of us are left with the knowledge that love can never wait. A shared bed, a hand in yours, that’s the only thing that matters. The worst thing of all is fear. The fear of being alone.” Albert Camus (via hellanne)
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theneweryork: from theNewerYork Issue 0

theneweryork:

from theNewerYork Issue 0

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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 weissewiese)
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iheartchaos:

Caturday science: The Science of Cats

Why do cats purr? Why are cats so weird? Cats!

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Wednesday, April 3, 2013
“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.” Marya Hornbacher   (via exhausted-transitional)
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