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—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.]
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Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.
Azra Tabassum
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You’re a shopkeeper who sells liquid dreams. People come to your shop for many reasons; self revelation, escapism, to see a gone loved one or for a precious good night sleep. Your shop is located between dimensions so no visitor can come twice. However, recently you’ve seemed to gain a regular.
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Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.
Osho (via quotemadness)
Source: quotemadness.com
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“Admire as much as you can, most people don’t admire enough.”
— Vincent van Gogh, from Van Gogh’s letter to Theo (London, January 1874)
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Haunt me then, nameless one, haunt me in dreams like delirious labyrinths, haunt me in poems, wild-hearted poems, like glass or brass bridges
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How do I stay peaceful, today?
How do I listen to others without applying myself?
How do I stay positive, today,
when all I want to do is
Rail and Rot and Riot? I swallow hot, angry words-
flush my throat with bile, year after year
I swallow them all again-
in this moment, such a kindness
I have found for others.
The kid inside of me is roaring-
that little girl holds my world
in her hands held in motion
just feet above the ground-
the child inside of me
has not forgotten
and she rages still - inside my heart-
nursing fury:
“What about me?”
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Source: asoftwrongness
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You do an awful lot of bad writing in order to do any good writing. Incredibly bad. I think it would be very interesting to make a collection of some of the worst writing by good writers.
William S. Burroughs (via writingdotcoffee)
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
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Wanting to save your limited energy to do something you enjoy like going out with your partner, or partaking in a hobby is completely valid even if you have to give up “productive” things to do so. Sometimes we don’t have a choice but remember that if you’re able to, you aren’t doing something wrong by resting to do something you want to do later.
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On blue and blues
Maggie Nelson (Bluets), Banana Yoshimoto (Asleep), Li-Young Lee (The Undressing: Poems), Aron Wiesenfeld (Study for Night Reading), Holly Warburton (Shoreditch, Blues, Witches, A Face in the Crowd)
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“This heart keeps sobbing in its sleep.”
— Emily Dickinson (in an 1871 letter to Louise and Frances Norcross)
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about the color blue
maggie nelson / ? / john koethe / @soracities / ? / rick humphrey / mazzy star / mitski
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reasons people might be looking at you in public (that aren’t negative)
- they like what you’re wearing.
- you look like someone they know.
- they recognize a piece of clothing or accessory you’re wearing.
- they think you’re beautiful or attractive.
- they’re zoned out or bored and people-watching.
- they recognize you from somewhere.
- they’re hesitating to ask you something or give you a compliment.
- they’ve seen you in that same place before.
- you caught their eye.
- you look like how they imagined a fictional character to look.
- you remind them of something.
- they’re admiring one of your visual qualities (smile, stance, hairstyle).
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Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Michael Hulse, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
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So tell me, dear How was your day Tell me of all things everyone considers as small The tiny details of it, Like the overlooked flowers on the side walk Tell me of the moments, that brought you warmth And those that sent a shiver down of spine
Speak, say, talk, and whisper, and I’ll listen Like someone who’s hearing a bird sing For the first time in their life