January 2011
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I like them to talk nonsense. That’s man’s one privilege over all...
– Dostoevsky (Crime & Punishment)
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December 2010
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swim, until you can't see land.
photographs are tricks. they let us look back and remember, but in reality they only show us how much has been forgotten. the emotions, the frienships, the jokes. a picture is a glimpse, a shade of a memory. and it just gets darker and harder to see day by day.
i’m tired of watching people i love chase after the wrong things. tired of watching them fall, not being sure how to help pick...
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i get up in the morning
to the beat of the drum.
i get up to this feeling,...
– dead man’s bones
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Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed...
– T.S. Eliot (via: artemisdreaming & ratak-monodosico)
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a dying leaf on a living tree.
We watched the leaves as they fell. We gave them each a score, on a scale from 1 to 10. they all got 10s. You don’t want to hurt a leaf’s feelings, for they are very fragile, sensitive. Especially this time of year. For they have been holding on, their little leaf fingers tightly grasped to the trees, clinging with desperation. Each day, as autumn and winter has approached closer and...
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on the strength of the absurd.
things change and people don’t stay the same. we grow old. we should grow outward, allowing our influence over the world to expand. our worries and our cares start within our hearts but should flow beyond, pushing the edges of our lives, driving us to increase.
but so often we turn inward. we focus on our selves. we seek to discover not how we can impact the world but how the world can...
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days spent napping inside clouds, picking out fish at the pet store, and pretending to be siamese twins with my sister are my favorite kind of days.
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Parsley
Dad: Parsley
Me: What’s that supposed to mean?
Dad: I needed to talk to you and i thought you would be curious and call me
Me: Why didn’t you just say call me…
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