February 2012
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We are all writers.
moderateclimates:
What makes a writer - who knows? We all write differently, we all change our habits in between the masses. I write while listening to Sigur Ros. You might write while listening to Katy Perry for all I know. You might think your writing is brilliant. You might think you can’t write at all. But I say it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter how we write or what we write. It doesn’t...
“You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words...”
– Nicholas Sparks, The Rescue (via fleshscars)
obliteratedheart:
One day I’ll unlearn all this, like I did with the Spanish language, how to conjugate and certain math equations. Like the geography of other countries I once thought I might explore, and bits and pieces of how the scientific formula goes. Like the history we’re bound to repeat regardless of how well our skin knows it or not, and how to spike a volleyball correctly over...
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The biggest photo of the night sky ever taken –... →
I swear this is too beautiful.
“A trace is the apparition of a distance, however close that which it evokes may...”
– Walter Benjamin, fragment from the Arcades Project (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
saturday blues
likelava:
I have written a lot of messy poems about the way the first thing you forget about a person is their voice. I wrote about it because I had heard about it and I thought it was both sad and compelling, but I had never had to experience it. It was absolutely poetic - like all things are, before I know what they are like. Before I knew how convicting it was, how your chest swells with...
The Stranger, Albert Camus
methyltheobromine:
I would always begin by assuming the worst: my appeal was denied. ‘Well, so I am going to die.’ Sooner than other people will, obviously. But everybody knows life isn’t worth living. Deep down I knew perfectly well that it doesn’t much matter whether you die at thirty or seventy, since in either case other men and women will naturally go on living- and for thousands of years....
“In mature love, we do not look to our partner to provide our happiness, and we...”
– Christine Meinecke, author of Everybody Marries the Wrong Person via psychotherapy (via electrichoney)
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to...”
– Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost (via hourglasss)
