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new rush

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:12:00 -0400

and you? it’s just nice with you. you are a break in the wave.

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a..."

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 20:59:13 -0500

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”

- Anaïs Nin (x)

c

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 20:55:00 -0500

i need someone to tell me how bodies forget other bodies. i have to learn. have to learn this soundly.

what to know

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 00:11:00 -0500

“i can’t say everything whole”

things that slip too heavy into someone when it’s not meant: “…”

plain lips swung north, and i’m open miles wide

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 11:27:37 -0500

plain lips swung north, and i’m open

miles wide

dearoldlove: “The question of the play,” the director said about The Cataract, “is, ‘What happens...

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 10:35:27 -0500

dearoldlove:

“The question of the play,” the director said about The Cataract, “is, ‘What happens when the person you love teaches you so much about yourself that you have to leave them?’”

Photo

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 10:35:22 -0500

adamant about it

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 11:10:00 -0500

when being alone starts to feel like a type of grace

what i did the summer after i graduated

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 16:41:40 -0400

what i did the summer after i graduated

"i know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of..."

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 20:45:06 -0400

“i know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. but our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t.”

- Dylan Thomas (via rarararambles)

it is such a weird transcendence to become convinced you have eventually fallen out of love with...

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 20:16:00 -0400

it is such a weird transcendence to become convinced you have eventually fallen out of love with someone quite effortlessly, eventually years later away from someone on purpose as if it was all premeditated: the finality of it all: an unexpected alliance with fate and how it rumbles its dis attachment from reality aloud so lucidly till

“old love” becomes casually defined as pure happenstance (roaring) and it never ever goddamn quiets.

dreamdeath: Walerian Borowczyk

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 12:02:16 -0400

dreamdeath:

Walerian Borowczyk

"Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a..."

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 00:03:50 -0400

“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via flentes)

july 31, 2012

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 00:01:00 -0400

so the caved in bird’s chest and bones can still sing after all nothing stops nothing.

"It’s partly true, too, but it isn’t all true. People always think something’s all true."

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 00:08:32 -0400

“It’s partly true, too, but it isn’t all true. People always think something’s all true.”

- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via vanished)

"no, vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. it is the voice of the emptiness below us..."

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 22:28:19 -0400

“no, vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. it is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”

- Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)

some light will always have two repetitive meanings.

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 22:26:15 -0400

some light will always have two repetitive meanings.

what to remember

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 11:06:00 -0400

the reminder of how cherishing it can feel to begin anything at all, the “all of what is at stake” when the unsaid terms come about as a means to “an end

einmal ist keinmal: “what happens but once might as well not have happened at all.” the...

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 21:53:31 -0400

einmal ist keinmal: “what happens but once might as well not have happened at all.”

the unbearable lightness of being: milan kundera

"i’ve never done anything but dream. this, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. my only..."

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 18:58:22 -0400

“i’ve never done anything but dream. this, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. my only real concern has been my inner life.”

- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (via winterfaeye)