February 2010
250 posts
I don’t believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred,...
– Henry Rollins
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In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a...
– Don Draper
King Solomon once searched for a cure against depression. He assembled his wise men together. They meditated for a long time and gave him the following advice: Make yourself a ring and have thereon engraved the words “This too shall pass”. The King carried out the advice. He had the ring made and wore it constantly. Every time he felt sad and depressed, he looked at the ring, whereon his mood...
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January 2010
282 posts
To Tsar Nicholas II of Russia from Tsarina...
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December 30, 1915 Off you go again alone and its with a very heavy heart I part from you. No more kisses and tender caresses for ever so long — I want to bury myself in you, hold you tight in my arms, make you feel the intense love of mine. You are my very life Sweetheart, and every separation gives such endless heartache… Goodbye my...
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I’m never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the...
– Dorothy Parker
You slapped my face Oh but so gently I smiled At the caress.
W.C. WILLIAMS
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ALL YOU SAY YOU WANT TO DO TO YOURSELF YOU DO TO SOMEONE ELSE AS YOURSELF...
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowded...
– Henry Rollins
For a while today, I hated you. I hated you for being so beautiful and real. I hated you for waking up at night to find your arms around me. I hated your honesty and the way you make people relax when you are around them. I hated you for loving me unconditionally. You have called me on years of cheap emotion and cruelty that came from my fears. When you look at me and smile I no longer feel scared...
In the winter of our youth the ocean was cold and in the summer of our later years too. We are sick of seeing the ocean of hearing the ocean tasting its blood metallic and cruel. But here, there is no other season, there is only the ocean carrying unwanted Sundays like seagulls travelling on slow waves towards the cold beaches of our palms where nothing grows where we draw with sticks our long...
He takes her in his arms. He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end you’re dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.
A Myth of Devotion Louise Glück
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Andrew Jackson Jihad - Little Prince (@ the Civic Media Center in Gainesville during Fest 8)
aw man i missed this cause the line was stupid long and algernon cadwallader were playing at the same time. but i can’t waaaait to see them at harvest of hope this year omg