September 2011
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If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...
– Brideshead Revisited, 1945 Evelyn Waugh (via vulpecula)
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August 2011
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[The night has begun to open up at last.] There will be time until the next...
– After Dark, by Haruki Murakami (via the-final-sentence)
Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn’t tell. It might have been five seconds,...
– Haruki Murakami (Dance, Dance, Dance)
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theflowersofromance:
“When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.” written by Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People in Love
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I Can't Help You
houseofromanov:
Poor moth, I can’t help you, I can only turn out the light.
I'll be here...
If anybody feels alone, sad, if you would like to get something off your chest (perhaps a secret), or if you just need someone to talk to, I will be here to listen. You can write to me and i won’t judge you.
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people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
– Charles Bukowski (via anhelos)
asugarmouse:
I said so little. Days were short. - Czeslaw Milosz
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Look at me across the sea, for I go radiant, look at me across the night through...
– Pablo Neruda, The Captain’s Verses (via thewoodbetweentheworlds)
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I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
– Charles Baudelaire (via lastwaltzinvienna)
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In that book which is my memory, on the first page of the chapter that is the...
– Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nuova (via forbiddenalleys)
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Please die I said
so I can write about it
– Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics (via proustitute)
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monsta:
I don’t remember lighting this cigarette and I don’t remember if I’m here alone or waiting for someone
-Leonard Cohen
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I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess...
– Anaïs Nin, House of Incest (via mitochondria)
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Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
– Charles Simic (via pinpricks + swanofyours)
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But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and...
– The Great Gatsby (via pardinus)
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Anna Świrszczyńska - I Cannot
anhelos:
I envy you. Every moment You can leave me.
I cannot leave myself.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will...
– T.S. Eliot (via how-far-is-heaven)
My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via serialstranger)
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via lavandula)
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
Edgar Allan Poe
In February 1847, Poe’s young wife Virginia died of consumption. Poe was devastated by her death and penned these words.
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I feel as if I’m always on the verge of waking up.
– Fernando Pessoa (via mirroir)
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You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they...
– Anais Nin (via forbiddenalleys)