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“So things go.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dearly Beloved

10:58 pm  509 notes

“If you do something with your whole heart and it’s a mistake, you can live with that.”

— Florence Welch

1:56 am  456 notes

“And now I cannot remember how I would
have had it. It is not a conduit (confluence?) but a place.
The place, of movement and an order.
The place of old order.
But the tail end of the movement is new.
Driving us to say what we are thinking.
It is so much like a beach after all, where you stand
and think of going no further.
And it is good when you get to no further.
It is like a reason that picks you up and
places you where you always wanted to be.
This far, it is fair to be crossing, to have crossed.
Then there is no promise in the other.
Here it is. Steel and air, a mottled presence,
small panacea
and lucky for us.
And then it got very cool.”

— John Ashbery

5:40 pm  20 notes

“Besides, nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous, and are miserable because of it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

3:01 pm  347 notes

“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”

— Margaret Atwood

12:37 am  234 notes

“I do not forget that my voice is but one voice, my experience a mere drop in the sea, my knowledge no greater than the visual field in a microscope.”

— Carl Jung

12:35 am  96 notes

“The hardest thing in the world is simplicity.”

— James Baldwin

12:32 am  134 notes

“There’s no hell like your own hell and there’s nobody else ever to share it with you. You might as well be the only person left on earth; sometimes you feel as if you were.”

— Charles Bukowski

12:31 am  443 notes

“Then for a moment they faded into the sweet darkness so deep that they were darker than the darkness, so that for awhile they were darker than the black trees- then so dark that when she tried to look up at him she could but look at the wild waves of the universe over his shoulder and say, ‘Yes, I guess I love you too.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Notebooks

12:27 am  161 notes

“But I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness, what you would (perhaps unkindly) call my “hypocrisy”. I am no child of nature, I am ugly and imperfect to myself, and I cannot through poetry or romantic visions exalt myself to symbolic glory.”

— Allen Ginsberg, in a letter to Jack Kerouac

12:24 am  243 notes

“I prefer silence to sound, and the image produced by words occurs in silence.”

— William Faulkner

12:22 am  97 notes

“Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.”

— Miranda July, The Shared Patio

8:00 pm  261 notes

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