novembre 2011
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comakid:
there are people who may potentially become a part of my life everywhere and i try to make eye contact. eye contact is such a powerful thing. there was a beautiful broken girl sitting in the same room as me the other day, and i looked up and we made eye contact. i forced myself to hold it until she broke it. it lasted all of twelve seconds. it was powerful and significant. i didn’t know...
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Hyperbole and a Half: Adventures in Depression →
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octobre 2011
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They sat in cushioned chairs across from each other, knees touching, in a small coffee shop. The barista was in the back somewhere, and the only other customer was an old man reading a novel in the corner of the room. The boy looked at the girl, and the girl looked at the old man. She liked to think that he was watching them, too, when neither of them were watching him. Perhaps he lost his lover...
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favorite overheard conversation of the day: →
17felines:
Zach: Isabelle, stop it. Stop it. Fuck, stop. Isabelle (clearly drunk): I don’t… I don’t know what I did. Zach: I’m sure you don’t. You won’t remember any of this. Isabelle: No, I… I don’t know what I did wrong. *Zach stops trying to coax her up the steps and looks at her purposefully* Zach: Nothing. You have done nothing wrong, Isabelle. Isabelle: But I did. You don’t love me. Zach:...
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theanti-socialist a demandé : You're too hip & artsy for your own good (:
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Chan came with me to the senior center today, but it was closed, so we went home. We drank tea, recorded short films with finger puppets, and watched Amélie. Taylor called me just to talk, and he wondered why I hadn’t answered his one text message (along with several facebook comments and a message that I never received because facebook is glitchy). We talked for ten minutes. There was a...
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comakid:
i miss every single person that ive ever made eye contact with.
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“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via durianseeds)
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I overanalyse and give significance to the most irrelevant happenings, and sometimes I forget that I don’t believe in fate. Coincidences are one of my favourite things. I think being able to appreciate them makes the world seem infinitely more beautiful.
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“When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration...”
– Chase Brooks (via uponswallows)
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Jokes about Dorian Gray never get old.
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Alex: (Talking about the biology stock room) We have a room full of sheep brains, cows' eyes, and a ton of other preserved stuff.
Vincent: Whoa, why do you have a room full of dead things?
Me: It's totally normal - my house has one too. Some people call it the living room, I call it the room of things that used to be alive.
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I remember how I would wallow in my good fortune. →
whattajerk:
I remember how I would wallow in my good fortune. You are always with me right up until you’re not. There were occasional sporadic outbursts of blinding, benevolent common sense. Maybe I slept through it. I think I’m wired to miss the mark. The veil my hair made. And my hands and the flat of my tongue and the warmth. I must always miss the mark. I may have created my own personal...
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“So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my...”
– Jack Kerouac (via uponswallows)
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“He was magically beautiful, with that epicene quality which in extreme youth...”
– Evelyn Waugh (via uponswallows)
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I just finished an essay for my university transfer application, and everything sounds either super angsty or really existential crisis-y. It’s rather upsetting, but the editing process should help.
A couple of my friends and I sometimes write lengthy letters about random musings and whatnot to each other. I haven’t had time to do so recently, which makes me feel like an inadequate...
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http://uponswallows.tumblr.com/post/6355387851 →
uponswallows:
WWhen I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body. Not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its ending. I feel the warmth and texture and simultaneously I see the flesh unwrap from the layers of fat and disappear. I see the fat disappear from the muscle. I see the muscle disappearing from around the organs and...
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Sometimes it isn’t very simple to think of something to say to someone who occupies so many of your thoughts. Sometimes the things you think of aren’t the things you want to say, so I said nothing.
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“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via uponswallows)
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waldosia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
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“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via uponswallows)
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whisperoftheshot:
Its a good idea to keep in mind that we are hurdling through a universe that is incomprehensibly large, on a rock that we call earth.
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For a moment in March, you thought I knew you the best, and I thought I didn’t know you at all. I thought I only knew bits and pieces, like snippets of a film or shards of a broken mirror.
That’s all people really are though – masses of bits and pieces and sometimes a little broken.
I suppose it was because your whole added up to more than the sum of your parts, and as much as I knew about you,...
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“There are only two types of people in the world: those who try to stuff their...”
– Osho (via durianquotes)
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