December 2010
18 posts
“…and because you’re eighteen, because you’re still vulnerable, because you still...”
– Sylvia Plath (via rabbitinthemoon)
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The quiet things that no one ever knows.
There are the things so inherently a part of you they’re impossible to hide. The swish of tousled hair and laughter that rings and echoes unabashedly, possibly to the chagrin of friends more socially adept than you are.
Then there are the nuggets of trivia you learn about the people around you - just how they like their coffee, steak, and instant noodles prepared. Similarly, they...
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“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka (via theunabridgedjournalsof)
“Hitch your wagon to a star.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kari-shma)
The Uses of Sorrow
day-breaking:
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
— Mary Oliver
“A heart is a fragile thing. That’s why we protect them so vigorously, give them...”
– (via sleepingwithlions)
“I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it...”
– Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)
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Darkest before daybreak; you shall shortly find...
They say the night is darkest just before daybreak and I know the end of tomorrow’s COM206 paper won’t bring any respite. It’s one more weekend of ploughing through stacks of readings I have no love for, parked at my desk from dawn to dusk, shuffling notes aside for hasty meals and then plunging back into more of the same. Already it feels like too much time has been spent this...
“It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I...”
– Charles Bukowski (via mistursunshine) (via suzywire) (via grouchery) (via 4thelove) (via killerpussy)
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