April 2012
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I knew that he had assassinated the sea, for his hands were stained blue.
– Rafael Pérez Estrada, from “Chronicle of the Rain,” trans. Steven J. Stewart (via unecrepuscule)
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She looked as the fireworks exploded in a shower of sparks— sparks that painted...
– Cassandra Clare, from City of Glass (thanks, inauritus)
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1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute...
– 5 Fantasy Exit Strategies (via juggabro)
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Why do we read a poem? Because it opens a wound. Or because it closes a wound....
– Kevin Hart (via weissewiese)
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mitford:
At the end of the world I want to be in Reykjavík together, watching the long dark night break down our door.
— L. Stein
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I do not care what car you drive. Where you live. If you know someone who knows...
– Andre Jordan (via danseurs)
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I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your...
– Frederick E. Perl (via frenchtouchx)
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Oh God, if I’m anything by a clinical name, I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse....
– J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction (via serialstranger)
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Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
– Charles Bukowski (via corona-borealis)
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Does nobody understand?
– James Joyce’s last words, January 1941 (via aurelle)
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I love badly. That is, too little or too much. I throw myself over an unsuitable...
– Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries (via helplesslyamazed)
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