That my cup would be full.

That my cup would be full.

4 days ago
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell (via misswallflower)
1 week ago
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José González - ‘Stay Alive’ // Music Blog ‘Blue Marlin Motel’

"Beautiful things don’t ask for attention."

3 months ago
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But what was guilt these days? It was cheap. Everyone was guilty, and no one was. No one would be redeemed by a change of evidence, for there weren’t enough people, enough paper and pens, enough patience and peace, to take down the statements of all the witnesses and gather in the facts. The witnesses were guilty too. All day we’ve witnessed each other’s crimes. You killed no one today? But how many did you leave to die? Down here in the cellar we’ll keep quiet about it.
Ian MacEwan, Atonement
1 year ago
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Photo by @aguynamedpatrick. 
Want.

Photo by @aguynamedpatrick.
Want.

4 days ago
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Nothing good gets away

Strinbeck on falling in love

1 month ago
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my advice, if it were me i was speaking to: finish the fucker and do better next time. sometimes finishing is a fine enough goal — and if you don’t believe me, look at all the wannabes and neverweres that couldn’t. followthrough is key. critical. vital. finish and do better, forever, for the rest of your life.
It’s no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You’ve got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they’ve got to come. You can’t force them.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
1 year ago
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