February 2012
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amongthedays:
In Our Brilliance This light, she...
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“With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing,...”
– from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Vladimir Nabokov’s anagram name is VIVID, AMORAL KNOB
Gabriel Garcia Márquez’s anagram name is QUIZ MAGIC, RARE ALGEBRA
Virginia Woolf’s anagram name is LOW IF IN A VIGOR
Anne Sexton’s anagram name is ON NEXT, SANE
Sylvia Plath’s anagram name is LAVISHLY PAT
Oscar Wilde’s anagram name is I LACE WORDS
George Orwell’s anagram name is WELL OGRE OGRE
Ernest...
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Order of the Garter
the highest order of English knighthood, founded by Edward III c. 1344. According to tradition, the garter was that of the Countess of Salisbury, which the king placed on his own leg after it fell off while she was dancing with him. The king’s comment to those present, “Honi soit qui mal y pense” (shame be to him who thinks evil of it), was adopted as the motto of the...
“How strange to oar one’s way through crowds seeing life through hollow eyes,...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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hermessybraids replied to your photo: packing for Prague
oh, you lucky, lucky thing. x
you should visit someday:)
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“I am at war with myself.”
– Last Interview - J.Derrida (via circulationwithinmyskull)
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“There are times when I so hate myself that I’m tearing at the walls inside my...”
– Stephen Fry (via relatedworlds)
“Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible...”
– Anne Sexton (via smellyssa)
When I Look at a Strawberry, I Think of a Tongue,... →
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When I lost you I lost a whole world. Isn’t it staggering how we can numb ourselves and be able to dine, go for a walk, submerge our limbs underwater, trying to seal the pain inside until it cracks open again? In the intervals I relearn obvious things. That the earth travels around a big burning star and if I got too close it would melt my body. That my fingertips could melt wandering...
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“What most struck Hildebranda was her cousin’s solitude. She seemed, she...”
– from Love in the Time of Cholera by G. G. Márquez
“But she feared time itself,as if it had been a dial cut in impassive stone, the...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
thelconvention:
“Some Things Cosmic.” Angel...
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“Whatever we say
we know there is another
language under this one”
– W. S. Merwin, from “To the Tongue” in Present Company (via proustitute)
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I wish to stop wanting, expecting things and affirmations from people and from myself too. But the heart just won’t let go of anything. How it clings and swarms towards things it cannot see and yearns for them with nonsensical determination. Foolish heart. I’m not trying to be romantic. Nor bitter. I may vomit this feeling that starts sickening, inflaming this body, like handing out a...
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“My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.”
– from Sheep in Fog by Sylvia Plath
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adding to the collection of bizarre headlines
Part of a Russian satellite fell on a house in the Astronauts Street.
Image from the Hubble’s telescope showed an angel of heavens.
Pen was lying in woman’s stomach for 25 years. It was still functioning.
After 200 years the Irish giant’s last wish may come true.
100 apples fell from the sky on a British street out of nowhere.
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Suicide, Édouard Levé. →
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Suicide, Édouard Levé
You wanted to treat foreign lands as though they were friends with whom you could have a tête-à-tête in a café, as equals. When you traveled with company, the country would shrink away; your companion would become the subject of your voyage as much as the country itself. As for group travel, the country would end up being the silent host whose presence one...
“I discovered that I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the...”
– Susan Sontag (via suzywire)
In the morning when I catch an unfortunate reflection of myself I smile to remember what kind of a girl I used to be.
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“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and...”
– Virginia Woolf (via fairisle)
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