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- “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via moonlight-driive)
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- “You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grass What are you supposed to do with all this loss?”
— Margaret Atwood, from “Down”, Morning in the Burned House (via medeae)
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- “When the past speaks it always speaks as an oracle: only if you are an architect of the future and know the present will you understand it.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil (via loveage-moondream)
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Rosmarie Pierer. View from Cerro San Cristobal, Santiago de Chile, 1949
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- "I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel."
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- "I feel a mysterious, soft happiness. I am in the dream again. Intact, as I was at the beginning of dreaming. It is the dreaming which creates the innocence."
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947 -
- "I can’t tell you how I knew—
but I did know that I had crossed
The border. Everything I loved was lost
But no aorta could report regret.
A sun of rubber was convulsed and set;
And blood-black nothingness began to spin
A system of cells interlinked within
Cells interlinked within cells interlinked
Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct
Against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
I realized, of course, that it was made
Not of our atoms; that the sense behind
The scene was not our sense."
— Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (1962)(via freedomdelirium)
- "I can’t tell you how I knew—
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- "He had dreamed that a hundred orchards had broken into flame; and all the windless afternoon tongues of fire shot through the blossom."
— Dylan Thomas, from The Collected Stories; “The Orchards,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)(via unfettered---howl)
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- "We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect."
— Anaïs Nin(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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- "Sometimes it seems God could be
the eye of a horse that holds
a darkened lake, some boat of light
upon wind swept grain. And here
among the opened white scroll
of clouds trapped inside a water trough
lies a baptism without some doctrine."
— Greg Sellers, opening lines to “Faith Found in a Pasture,” The Journal of Wild Culture(via joansdidion)
- "Sometimes it seems God could be
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