December 2011
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“My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies,...”
– Patricia Highsmith (via misswallflower)
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making...”
– Neil Gaiman’s wish for 2012 (via julie911)
2011. Conclusions
2010 was the year, I chose change. I moved out of home, and into HKU. Changing everything, but who I am in the process. It was scary, but necessary.
2011 was in contrast, when the dust finally settled, no major events. 2011, was such an unassuming year that I remember not feeling its transition until I had to write the dates on papers often enough to remember that something, at least the last...
“And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via misswallflower)
Spending the last few hours of 2011, reminiscing in happiness and regret. Then spend the earliest hours of 2012, resolved to make 2012’s last hours more worthwhile when reflection times comes again.
“It’s good when food tastes good,” I said. “It’s kind of like proof you’re alive.”
– Haruki Murakami, “Norwegian Wood” (via je-menfous)
br-unette:
“I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.”
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion...”
– Virginia Woolf (via robin19yoo)
“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see...”
– John Green (via drunken-spiders)
“Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off...”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via creatingaquietmind)
“We all have our demons. They exist. But only we can see them.”
“I’d always admired writers. I’d always loved words on a page. Somehow, words...”
– Rosie O’Donell (via atomos)
“The ruins of December are full of people.”
– Richard Meier, from “Untitled” (via proustitute)
“I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in...”
– Charles Bukowski
“It’s not me, but the world that is deranged.”
– Murakami, 1Q84 (via look-listen)
“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”
– Sylvia Plath (via kelikei)
“Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and...”
– D.H. Lawrence (via middlenameconfused)
“And therein lies the whole of man’s plight. Human time does not turn in a...”
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via bookmania)
“There should also be a word, maybe from the French, who do existentialism so...”
– Feelings There Need To Be Words For (via creatingaquietmind)
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via black-wolves)
17felines:
“You don’t do things without thinking them through. People may think you do because you don’t really talk to anyone while you’re making your decision, but if I watch for it, I can see you weighing pros and cons, fighting fears, figuring out your own emotions. Nothing you do is on a whim. It’s all about paying attention.”
“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of...”
– Charles Bukowski (via blubloos)
franz kafka is dead
odd-sock:
he died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “come down!” they cried to him. “come down! come down!” silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for kafka to speak. “i can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “why?” they cried. stars spilled across the black sky. “because then you’ll stop asking for me.”
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“I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a...”
– Abbey Lee Kershaw (via generic-homosapiens)
“That’s the hard life of finishing finals early. You can do nothing but...”
– “Lady” who inconsiderately have loud conversations in the library. I can hear you from three tables away. And it takes a lot of self control to not stomp over and tell you off.
“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
– Cormac McCarthy (via pavorst)
I was a 90s disco kid. Every saturday night, we’ll put disco music on and have dance slumber parties in the dark. I was six or seven.
Now, it’s like reminiscing those days. My loud music, quiet house, little beer. Partying with Kahee at home to fight clubbing craves. Another 6 days..
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then i realized i spent my semester,...
