May 2013
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May 12th
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“I need to learn how to stop destroying myself, stop being hard on myself and be...”
– Daul Kim (via wordsthat-speak)
May 4th
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“What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her...”
– Jay Gatsby
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April 2013
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Apr 30th
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Apr 27th
“Making love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The...”
– Kenneth Rexroth, “The Love Poems of Marichiko: VII”  (via lofticriess) No wasted lines, no wasted words, and a strong, untired conclusion. What a well written poem. 
Apr 22nd
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The City Club
It was called the City Club. I found out when I reached to press for the 54th floor and saw its green lettered name embossed on a brass rectangle. When I entered I was greeted by the chatter of men in suits, all talking about one of two things: money or themselves. (For people not in the business, it’s called “networking.”) Before joining the fray, I took a moment to stand by one...
Apr 20th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 14th
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do you ever think about how weird reading is our eyes are able to scan these different symbols and construct the scenarios and concepts they describe in our mind and these concepts have the power to twist our emotions and make us cry and laugh and wow reading is weird
Apr 11th
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March 2013
36 posts
Mar 31st
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Silentium Amoris by Oscar Wilde
As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won A single ballad from the nightingale, So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail, And all my sweetest singing out of tune. And as at dawn across the level mead On wings impetuous some wind will come, And with its too harsh kisses break the reed Which was its only instrument of song,...
Mar 30th
Mar 30th
“I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole...”
– I Dream’d in a Dream by Walt Whitman
Mar 29th
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“I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in...”
– The Mental Illness Happy Hour (Paul Gilmartin)
Mar 28th
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“Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful...”
– Frances Hodgson Burnett (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Mar 26th
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Mar 23rd
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there is a symphony playing in my bones: So you... →
therealvagabondking: if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your …
Mar 20th
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Mar 16th
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From the love to the lightning
On my last night in New York, a friend of a friend who I had only met once before was gracious enough to take me out. At one point we went to her favorite speakeasy that reminded me of the bar you see in this video.  New York is an amazing city. From the lightning bolts of inspiration to the memories of lost love…I’ve missed it all. And if all goes well, I’ll return...
Mar 16th
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Mar 16th
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New York - Snow Patrol
If you were here beside me Instead of in New York In the arms you said you’d never leave I’d tell you that it’s simple And it was only ever thus There is no where else that I belong Come on Come out Come here
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sweetxoxrevenge: No one helps the helper When the help’s all run out. No one asks the helper What their dreams are about. No one tells the helper “Thank you, I mean it. You’re special, I love you; How are you with all of this?” Because that’s the helper’s job, To bear the brunt when others can’t. But sometimes, after a while, The others seem to forget, That the helpers are human,...
Mar 11th
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Mar 11th
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Saturday Mornings
Leave me alone, but don’t leave. Leave me alone, but please stay. Like studying at a coffee house on a bright Saturday morning, I need your life buzzing around me if I ever hope to get anything done.
Mar 10th
gllob: a homeless guy just said to me “do you tell jokes to make people laugh or to make people think you’re funny” and that is the most profound shit ive ever experienced
Mar 10th
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Only the shallow know themselves.: #19 The Silence... →
lrnhrnndz: As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won A single ballad from the nightingale, So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail, And all my sweetest singing out of tune. And as at dawn across the level mead On…
Mar 10th
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Mar 7th