February 2012
Feb 25th
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“What are we, after all, without our memories, without our dreams?”
–  The Wedding, Nicholas Sparks
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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thebottom-shelf: You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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“There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people,...”
–  John Green, Paper Towns (via sandyohstar)
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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“Could it think, the heart would stop beating.”
–  Fernando Pessoa. (via halucinace)
Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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On the first work day of the year, I remember reminding myself to always be good, be kind and be safe.  Trying, trying.
Feb 22nd
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Feb 20th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 18th
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I...”
–  Rumi  (via paperlover)
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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“It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest...”
–  Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via literature-art)
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take...”
–  Dianne Setterfield,The Thirteenth Tale (via pressured)
Feb 18th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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“The grass is always greener where you water it.”
–  Unknown (via paperlover)
Feb 15th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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I measure my life out in turned pages.
Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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“In the hollow of my mute being place a word— grow forests thick on either side...”
–  Ingeborg Bachmann, from “Psalm” (translated by Mark Anderson)
Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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“These cycles will knit into knots and shackles, elusive shoelaces, and bundling...”
–  HoneymoonO:
Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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“How, then, she had asked herself, did one know one thing or another thing about...”
–  Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Feb 11th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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