February 2012
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“The good thing about science is that it’s true whether or not you believe in it.”
– Neil DeGrasse Tyson (via petalsquotesandthorns)
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“And so my heartaches kept growing and growing, and I saw myself going more and...”
– Arthur Rimbaud (Délires I: Vierge folle - L’Époux infernal)
gildedwhispers:
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books...
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“I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (via bookmania)
“‘I wish I could love,’ cried Dorian Gray, with a deep note of pathos in his...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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forthelustres:
“I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease… observing a spear of summer grass.”
—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass. “Song of Myself” St. 1.
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bodadesangre:
“Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master,...
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“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via forbiddenalleys)
softcollapse:
And so my sorrow was endlessly renewed, and seeing myself drifting further out to sea—as anyone would have noticed, had I not already been condemned to be forgotten by everyone—I grew more and more hungry for some measure of kindness from him. His kisses and his warm embraces were a heaven, a dark heaven, into which I had entered, and where I would have preferred to have remained:...
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Being sick really is the absolute worst. Its 7:49am right now and I could still be sleeping and I’m not. Not cool.
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naffology:
Tom Waits - “Anywhere I Lay My Head”
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I downloaded Fishing with John after not having seen it in forever and then I watched all 6 episodes, now I have nothing. Why are brilliant shows only one season.
