February 2012
103 posts
If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.
– I Wrote This For You, The Sweet Release (via beryl-azure)
Supposing you have tried and failed again and again. You may have a fresh start...
– Mary Pickford (via kari-shma)
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For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and...
– Andy Rooney (via creatingaquietmind)
me: i'll do it in five minutes
me: shit, it's been an hour already?
me: i'll do it in five minutes
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In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was...
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via misswallflower)
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My Brain During A Creative Slump by Stephanie...
Hey, you. I hate to disrupt all of the completely worthless thoughts you’re having, but can you start using me again? This is your brain, by the way. Did you really not recognize me just now? No, I haven’t lost weight but now that you mention it, I’m feeling mighty malnourished lately. That’s what happens when you spend hours watching reruns of Law & Order: SVU instead of, I don’t know,...
When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs...
– Franz Kafka (via lungsattachedbywires)
No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
– Haruki Murakami (via alostfantasy)
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I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I’m going to be immoderate—and...
– Joanne Harris (via misswallflower)
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Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to...
– André Breton (via vouth)
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The one thing I can’t trust myself with is sleep.
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The logic of the heart is absurd.
– Julie de Lespinasse (via blankpagesandinvisibleink)
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We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or...
– Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via bookmania)
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So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no...
– ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via sibyllinisch)
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ageofdistil:
There is a bottle in the cabinet above the sink
He pours into a tumbler he found next to his books and cigarettes on the nightstand.
He leaves tumbler on crowded nightstand.
Keeps Death in Venice company. They are old friends.
The showerhead is small, the steaming water lurches like the dregs of water from a hose after it has been turned off.
Helix leans his head against the wall....
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If I could cry, it might make things easier.
nadardenoche:
Haruki Murakami
“Sometimes I’d wake up at two or three in the morning and not be able to fall asleep again. I’d get out of bed, go to the kitchen, and pour myself a whiskey. Glass in hand, I’d look down at the darkened cemetery across the way and the headlights of the cars on the road. The moments of time linking night and dawn were long and dark. If I could cry, it might...
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I thought I’d buried it when I froze out my emotions, training myself to become...
– Julie Kagawa, Iron Knight (via tikerion)
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Learning another language is like becoming another person.
– Haruki Murakami (via lifethroughliterature)
Her hand touched me at the wrist.
“If I gave you my life, you would drop it....
– The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (via clavicola)
Later — when things happened that they could never have imagined — she wrote him...
– The History Of Love (via tothepersoninthebelljar)
I would like to travel and wander and see the soul of the world and myself.
– Alex Trujillo (via poemsandpeanutbutter)
slept too much.. So dead.
Our city, these streets, I don’t know why it makes me so depressed. That old...
– Haruki Murakami - A Slow Boat to China (via murakamistuff)