June 2012
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May 2012
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christina perri - a thousand years
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thepocketmouse:
“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.”
- Frederic Chopin
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“All the terror of the blizzard seemed still more beautiful to her now. He had...”
– Anna Karenina, Tolstoy
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The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the unsettling realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with…
“I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via bookpilgrim)
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ecstatic shock
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.
“It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the...”
– Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room
the sun never says | hafiz
loveyourcrookedneighbor:
even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, “you owe me.” look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.
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what love takes
I’m sleeping as I write this; you’re standing over me crying while Ella belts out: No, no they can’t take that away from me
If this is all I can get, your hand on my shoulder in the dream, lips warm against my neck, I’ll take that
The alarm clock becomes enemy; I press snooze every few minutes, search for you and finally press stop when I can’t take it any more
Please don’t mistake this for a...
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“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a...”
– Nicole Krauss (The History of Love)
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“Gentlemen, that is surely true, it is absolutely paradoxical; we cannot...”
– Benjamin Pierce, on Euler’s identity:
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at least i’ve learned this much: life doesn’t have to be all poetry and roses. life can be bus rides, gritty sidewalks, electric bills, dishwashing, chapped lips, dull stubby pencils with the erasers chewed off, cheap radios played too loud, the rank smell of stale coffee yet still glow with the inner fire of an opal, still taste like honey.
— lesson one, julie hill alger
Reblog if you are so unpopular that you don't even...
“oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke...”
– Frank O’Hara (via bookpilgrim)
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william fitzsimmons with priscilla ahn - i...
outside it rains. and it’s so damn beautiful.
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December at Yase
You said, that October, In the tall dry grass by the orchard When you chose to be free, “Again someday, maybe ten years.”
After college I saw you One time. You were strange. And I was obsessed with a plan.
Now ten years and more have Gone by: I’ve always known where you were – I might have gone to you Hoping to win your love back. You still are single.
I didn’t. I thought I must make...
“When I run my hand across a page of poetry I do not want oil and onionskin, I do...”
– Charles Bukowski (via fleurishes)
de ce trebuie sa fie TIFF-ul in mijlocul sesiunii? de ce?
“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
April 2012
The Radio Dept. - Strange Things Will Happen
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“Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the...”
– from ‘At Last the Secret is Out’ by W.H. Auden
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kairosclerosis
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
