February 2012
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americasmostunwanted:
Heavy In Your Arms -...
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Adeline Rapon
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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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