August 2012
60 posts
“I detest my past, and anyone else’s. I detest resignation, patience,...”
– René Magritte (via nevver)
Aug 31st
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“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via faery-magick)
Aug 28th
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“It’s a wonderful thing to be able to create your own world whenever you want to....”
– Woody Allen (via theparisreview)
Aug 28th
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Aug 27th
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“People who care a lot about their own beauty usually have strong and complicated...”
– there’s our catastrophe: brief note re: the centrality of beauty and image to “body positivity” discourses  (via rachelhills)
Aug 26th
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Aug 25th
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“Anything on earth that a woman is capable of doing is womanly. It is impossible...”
– Fierce Women’s Judo Competitors Offend One Man’s Delicate Sensibilities  Also, it’s important to clarify that a woman is any person who identifies as one.  (via itscandidlycara)
Aug 23rd
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“Those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.”
– The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon (via Swanfeather Songs)
Aug 23rd
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Aug 20th
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“There are two things a person should never be angry at: what they can help, and...”
– Plato (via reluctantbuddha)
Aug 17th
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Aug 17th
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Timothy McSweeney: Why write poetry?
Rebecca Lindenberg: I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you “have something to say.” I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The “unsayable” thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.
Aug 17th
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Aug 14th
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“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”
– S.E. Hinton (via kari-shma)
Aug 12th
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“My God, how did this happen? he says. It was only the other night everything was...”
– Ray Bradbury; Fahrenheit 451 (via quote-book)
Aug 12th
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“I found that every single successful person I’ve ever spoken to had a turning...”
– Brian Tracy  (via remnant)
Aug 12th
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Aug 8th
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“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be...”
– Simone de Beauvoir  (via anochercushion)
Aug 8th
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Aug 7th
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“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or...”
– Thomas Merton (via hamandheroin)
Aug 7th
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