March 2012
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You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is...
– No Country For Old Men by Cormac McCarthy (via iamapatientboy)
It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.
– David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via liquidnight)
Hold fast to the human inside of you, and you’ll survive.
– The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007)
and the rest is rust and stardust.
– vladimir nabokov, lolita (via aboatwithoutaname)
February 2012
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Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
– Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, iv
(via proustitute)
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actias luna.
thedustdancestoo:
once,
when i was young,
an old man told me
the moon was made of moths.
that’s why it rises, he said,
and falls,
and why
sometimes pieces disappear,
flying off
to pollinate the stars.
I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side Of Paradise (via nagging)