November 2011
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One forgets the whole world and all worlds, and clings to such a one, because a...
– The Devil (Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov)
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Metric. Album. April. →
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Garp would say that the autobiographical basis - if there even was one - was the least interesting level on which to read a novel. He would always say that the art of fiction was the act of imagining truly - was, like any art, a process of selection.
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Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself free...
– from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (1927)
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…feeling as she crossed the hall “if it were now to die ‘twere now to be most...
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I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying...
– David Foster Wallace / The Broom of the System (via styleoftigers)
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Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that’s beautiful.
– Milan Kundera (via ramblingwoman78)
Post trip/gigs blues.
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Florence & the Machine / Bird Song
Howling at the future
Won’t you be fast and full?
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No longer will i curse the bad i’ve done
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I will not be “famous,” “great.” I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my...
– Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary (via mymindgoesblank)