August 2011
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Anonymous asked: lalalala lalalala
how are you todayy
love, matt
im not logged in thats why im anon hehe
how are you todayy
love, matt
im not logged in thats why im anon hehe
She says that it is as if they are both held together in a book and that when...
– Marguerite Duras, Les Yeux bleus, cheveux noirs, translated by proustitute (via proustitute)
July 2011
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… shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost.
– H. D., from “Evening” (via proustitute)
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Well, I am holding in the palm of my thoughts
all the others who once were...
– Billy Collins, from “Forsythia” (via proustitute)
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I’m in no hurry. There’s no need
To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or...
– Vladimir Mayakovsky, from his suicide note, trans. Erik Korn (via proustitute)
Hungry Hungry Hippos is so depressing. You continuously chomp away at those...
– Thom Yorke (via thoughtyouspoke)
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A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely...
– Oscar Wilde (via chloesthinking)
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Next after stripping myself naked, possessing nothing, not the smallest thing in...
– Søren Kierkegaard, from his journals. As cited in Geoffrey Hill, “R.S. Thomas’s Welsh Pastoral,” in Echoes to the Amen, edited by Damian Walford Davies (via itgivesitthew)
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When, on a summer evening, the resounding sky growls like a tawny lion, and...
– Marcel Proust (via proustitute; part of Proust’s birthday)
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Something I hate
I hate how people have come to think that pretension is a good thing. It’s not. It’s an unattractive quality. I feel like many people have forgotten what the word actually means. To be pretentious is to “behave or speak in such a manner as to create a false appearance of great importance or worth.” Pretension is UNDUE ASSUMPTION OF EXCELLENCE. UNDUE. To be pretentious,...
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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books...
– E.M. Forster (via atomos)
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in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting...
– e. e. cummings (via proustitute)
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