July 2012
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Franz Kafka is Dead
He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then...
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What?
Friend: Wow, did you know Converse is owned by Nike?
Me: What? No way.
Friend: Yeah it is.
Me:
Me: My life is a lie.
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I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
– Vincent van Gogh (via marniekunz)
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Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the...
– Kevin Arnold (via mscherbear)
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I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars...
– Anaïs Nin (via theonewhoknocks)
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Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way...
– John Green (via napsie)
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Dear You...
wrote this piece for writeletters-dearyou :) :
July 23, 2012
Dear You,
And in the yellower part of a Sunday when the blue is fading and the red is poking its head in the door, I wonder what you are thinking about. I like to think whatever color your Sunday is merging into is compatible with the color my Sunday is merging into. Maybe we are across each other on the color wheel.
We never...
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July 21, 2012
writeletters-dearyou:
Dear You,
I dream like wildfires: burning everything in my paths, ending only when I reach (you) the ocean.
-Me
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All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened...
– Ernest Hemingway (via summiting)
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I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time.
– Thom Yorke (via napsie)
What the really great artists do is they’re entirely themselves. They’re...
– David Foster Wallace (via troubled)
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