February 2012
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“Every morning the maple leaves.
Every morning...”
– Richard Silken, “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”
Ambedo:
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
I really don’t encourage playing hard to get. If someone “falls” for you because of the chase, he is “falling” for the temporary elation that comes from a false sense of winning. How do you expect to build a lasting partnership if it stems from the most basic feeling of competitive success, and not from compatibility or genuine interest in each other’s...
January 2012
31 posts
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WHAT IS SLEEP
I REALLY DON’T KNOW
“Barron explained how, after the experience of grief, ‘the motive is thus...”
– Mark Runco’s “Creativity Theories and Themes: Research, Development, and Practice
“Artistic creativity namely may be the untroubled surrender to momentary...”
– Emil Kraepelin
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they...”
– Anaïs Nin (via the-sweetest-nectar)
“Emotional intelligence: the disposition to attend to, perceive, and appraise...”
– Mark Runco’s “Creativity Theories and Themes: Research, Development, and Practice”
“Sylvia Plath was described as having a “fear of her imaginative power as a...”
– Mark Runco’s “Creativity” (Referenced from Saldivar, 1992)
“I thought we were a real love relationship. I did. I was very invested in love,...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via missdi)
“Is it possible to love something so much you imagine it wants to destroy you...”
– Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via the-sweetest-nectar)
“The men in the room suddenly realized that they did not want to know her better....”
– Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, Good Omens (via newyorkisajungle)
The issue is so much more complex than “taking life for granted” when your thoughts debilitate you like the fucking plague.
I’ve never had to prove my substance before, and being in this position now makes me uncomfortable. I can’t be perfect all of the time, and I don’t know how it got this way in the first place. I guess it isn’t enough to live a moral life and put everyone’s emotions ahead of yours if you only do it 99 perc of the time. Sick of others focusing on the 1%… That...
December 2011
18 posts
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“As Franz Kafka put it, you may not destroy someone’s world unless you are...”
– Derrick Jensen, Language Older Than Words (via il-ny-a-pas-dinfec
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parasitic relationship develops between me and my mind when i try to feel apart of something. vacuous. vacuous. vacuous.
lack of substance at my expense.
don’t know if escape is worth the energy.
Always stuck on the outside looking in.
I don’t know if I’ve lost the key or if I never had it to begin with. How can I get in if I don’t know where to start?
Always stuck on the outside looking in.
I don’t know if I’ve lost the key or if I never had it to begin with. How can I get in if I don’t know where to start?
(this is the problem)
my heart hurts because i’m uncertain.. uncertain that i’ll ever be with someone who is capable of more than the conventional housewife/ partnership lifestyle. i don’t want that. i don’t want safety and i don’t want a friendship with a physical aspect. i don’t want the feelings of familiarity to deceive me into believing it’s love. i want a relationship...
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