May 2012
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anthrodynia
lolajambon:
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
story of my life
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since it's been coming up a lot the past few...
I think it’s important to be careful with our language when we talk about Meaning and Importance as grand terms within a grand scheme. Is it enough to say that human life is important, or that, compared to a geologic era, or a star, or a giant tortoise, the sum total of our experiences isn’t especially meaningful? Neither feels adequate to me.
Let’s say your life really...
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Character — the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life — is the...
– Joan Didion on self-respect, a must-read. (via explore-blog)
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There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of...
– William Burroughs (via theunquotables)
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Anonymous asked: What is your name? This question is lame but i hope you will still answer it.
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in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting...
– e.e. cummings (via evoketheforms)
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Even in Goethe we come across heavy lines, even in him we can be confronted by...
– Andrey Bely, The Tragedy of Art, ‘Dostoievsky and Tolstoy’.
A quote featured in Andrey Tarkovsky’s diary entry, November 10, 1980.
from Time Within Time: The Diaries, Andrey Tarkovsky.
The passages highlighted by my father (years ago) in particular are intriguing to me.
(via harpy)
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To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via mal-du-siecle)
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Whosoever looketh into himself, and considereth what he doth, and when he does...
– Thomas Hobbes (via explore-blog)
The basis for being a good historian, and also for maybe not being such a little shit all the time.
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We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our...
– Henry James in “The Middle Years” (via explore-blog)
I don’t remember where I first saw this. Some Franzen essay, maybe. (That’s right, I can read!)
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: Similes: Wild →
pacify-eris:
Wild as vulture’s cry. —Æschylus
Wild as the winds that tear the curled red leaf in the air. —Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Wild as Winter. —Beaumont and Fletcher
As wild as game in July. —Dion Boucicault
Wild as one whom demons seize. —Charlotte Brontë
Wild and capricious as the wind and wave. —James Cawthorn
Wilde as chased deere. —Thomas Churchyard
A landscape rose More wild and...
April 2012
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YOU MIGHT FIND YOURSELF: ON SEEING THE 100%... →
youmightfindyourself:
by Haruki Murakami
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn’t young, either - must be near...
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no, i never got them, and they never got me.
(I’m bumping this post from last year’s NBA playoffs to commemorate the return of my favorite player, Chris Paul, to the grand stage. It’s also far and away the finest piece of sports writing I’ve done to this point.)
No word suffers from imprecision in the English language as tragedy does. The effect has been to reduce a tightly defined concept to the description of anything that is merely sad...
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To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
– Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions, 1937-52, trans. Ruth L.C. Simms (via proustitute)
Profoundly, wonderfully, unfortunately accurate in my experience.
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True heroism is minutes, hours, weeks, year upon year of the quiet, precise,...
– David Foster Wallace in The Pale King (via explore-blog)