June 2012
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I’m amorous but out of reach / A still life drawing of a peach.
– Valentine, Fiona Apple
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The realization hit him that he had been the one who was addicted.
– Michael Ondaatje, Divisidero
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There is, I suppose, a world of objects which have a certain form, like this...
– Tom Stoppard, “The Real Thing”
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The universe of this night
is as vast as oblivion, as precise as fever
– “Insomnia” - Jorge Luis Borges
Once Again I Fail to Read an Important Novel
Instead, we sit together beside...
– George Bilgere (via ramonaclef)
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There was a tribe, wasn’t there, which worshipped Charlie Chaplin. It worked...
– Tom Stoppard, The Real Thing
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That shit cray, ain’t it Jay?
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WHEN WE CROWDSOURCE SOMETHING AND ALL OF THE IDEAS...
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No one tires of dreaming, because dreaming is forgetting, and forgetting doesn’t...
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via seabois)
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