August 2011
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Aug 31st
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Aug 31st
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“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via saddest-summer)
Aug 30th
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Aug 30th
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Aug 29th
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“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill / Of things unknown but longed for...”
– I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
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Aug 28th
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Aug 27th
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“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical...”
– Allan Ginsberg, “Howl”
Aug 27th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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amorist: We are not unique individuals: We are merely different combinations of the same genotypes and phenotypes “Human body! 48 customizable parts Get yours today!” Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy There is no such thing as originality— only better marketing
Aug 25th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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“The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.”
– Rabindranath Tagore
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Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
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“here is the deepest secret nobody knows / (here is the root of the root and the...”
– i carry your heart with me, EE Cummings
Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
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Aug 20th
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“The woods are lovely, dark and deep, / But I have promises to keep, / And miles...”
– Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
Aug 20th
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Aug 20th
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Aug 19th
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Aug 19th
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Aug 19th
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“And if you are without fear you are free; it’s fear makes us slaves.”
– Katherine Mansfield, August 9th, 1921 (via katherine-mansfield)
Aug 18th
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Aug 18th
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Aug 17th
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thepocketmouse: “Reading the writing of someone you know in real life —is like a dagger to the ribs, sometimes, an electroshock jumping in your mess of veins back to your heart, a string of barbed wire around your ankles that you don’t notice until you try to get up and trip your skin all over the string; it’s like missing a step down the stairs and getting that split-half-second adrenaline...
Aug 17th
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Aug 16th
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Aug 16th
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Aug 16th
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“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Aug 15th
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Aug 15th
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Aug 15th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 14th
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“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...”
– Lemony Snicket  (via lunaoki)
Aug 13th
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Aug 13th
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