March 2012
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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his...
– Sylvia Plath
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I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald “My Lost City”
February 2012
53 posts
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I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have...
– Frieda Khalo
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Crowds by Charles Baudelaire
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.
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A lightning flash…then night! Fleeting beauty
By whose glance I was...
– Charles Baudelaire, “To a Passer-by”
Baby, don’t be unhappy. Baby, don’t be sad. Better things are coming, I swear...
– Passion Pit (via daphneemarie
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I’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it— and it’s still I love...
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via beautyisanillusion)
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You don’t talk enough in the morning. I look outside and tell you it’s been snowing It’s beautiful, all is white and you can’t see that anything like cars or mailboxes ever existed
You must see it, I say, you roll over and look at me with eyes that say It snows every day I might stay home next weekend
And you will go away But if you will just hold me once more as we fall asleep, and scratch my...
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Hahahahahahahaaha “White butler is really into Bon Iver”
Bon Iver: #shitwhitepeoplelike
where did i go right how did i get you
I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me...
– Maurice Sendak (via libraryland
)
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I learned
my feelings for you were never really true
because I couldn’t write anything about you once it was over.
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There still might be a place
for us
somewhere.
– Charles Bukowski (via beautyisanillusion
)
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I wonder why
I’m learning Sign Language now.
Can’t wait to find out in the future!
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
– Oscar Wilde (via libraryland)
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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by...
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you
From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel...