May 2011
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“We all do want to leave at times, but none of us know how.”
– Anthony Luebbert
May 28th
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I worry that no one else will love me as much as you once did.
May 28th
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May 28th
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That much.
“You’ve been on a self empowerment kick for a while now.” “My whole life it seems.” “When you’ve spent your whole life on a self-empowerment kick, where do the other people fit in?” “They get in.” “Other people also have moments where they fuck up and feel out of control and make mistakes and do counterproductive, unhealthy things you know.” “I know, but when thing start to fall apart, when...
May 27th
May 27th
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“…we are only fiction. We are only the idea we have of ourselves.”
– Edmond Jabes
May 27th
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being more, doing more
Part of it is learning to succumb to the world around you. Like learning to enjoy waking up bleary eyed so you can enjoy the quiet and stillness of a house or street just before everyone else awakens it. Like learning to enjoy your last sip of coffee being lukewarm because then every cup of coffee will bring you that simple pleasure. It’s so easy to express dissatisfaction with the world, as...
May 22nd
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May 22nd
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“He was a changing god, destroyed and recreated by his believers, destroyed and...”
– Johnathan Safran Foer
May 22nd
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May 15th
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Daily
I’m having a hard time choosing between nothing, a little, and a lot.
May 15th
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“The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different...”
– Chuck Klosterman
May 15th
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Summer Reading List Inferno-Eileen Myles Factotum-Charles Bukowski The Waves-Virginia Woolf Everything Is Illuminated-Johnathan Safar Foer A Visit From The Goon Squad-Jennifer Egan Letters To A Young Poet-Rainer Maria Rilke Wise Blood-Flannery O’Connor The 39th Harvard Review The Blind Assassin-Margaret Atwood The Trial-Franz Kafka Things that feel important: fiction ...
May 14th
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May 14th
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Happiness became her project. She wanted to know all the ways it was defined, all the ways it was felt, all the ways it came into being. She was convinced she had a good sense of its opposite, but that she wouldn’t be able to understand the thing itself until she had extensively read, wrote, and spoken about it.
May 13th
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May 13th
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“What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but...”
– Søren Kierkegaard (via human-voices)
May 13th
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