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2012-03-17

I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship

We all know that our time in this world is limited and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things

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2012-01-29

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via aestivial)

(via tothesea)

Source: aestivial

2012-01-26

Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all

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2011-09-19

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists… it is real… it is possible… it’s yours.

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2011-09-13

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?

— Virginia Woolf (via misswallflower)

(via ryannjoy)

Source: misswallflower

2011-07-26

365q:

Day 291/365

Source: 365q

2011-07-24

I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn’t resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. After that I liked jazz music. Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way