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“You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavor of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.”

— Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

9:32 am  105 notes

to whom it may concern;

i am very sorry for the lack of posting. i’ve just moved out of my hometown into to my freshman year of college, so it’s been a big transition. i’m majoring in english at the university of mary washington, so there will be a lot more content—i promise. life is full of change, and although it is critically important, it comes with a lot of sentimentality and nostalgia. i promise there will be a lot more posting in the coming weeks. life is so beautiful, and i’m excited to share more of my human experience with each and every one of you. ask us any questions you have; we are always here.

be easy, love intensely, and know that theunquotables that you’ve come to know and treasure will only continue to grow. 

love to all,

owen

12:33 am  33 notes

“Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.”

— Pablo Neruda

10:59 pm  216 notes

“Love who you love while you have them. That’s all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you’ll never run out.”

—  Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory

10:56 pm  2,621 notes

“The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.”

— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

10:25 pm  154 notes

“but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough”

— e.e. cummings

10:24 pm  192 notes

“By watching, I know that the stars are not going to last. I have seen some of the best ones melt and run down the sky. Since one can melt, they can all melt; since they can all melt, they can all melt the same night. That sorrow will come — I know it. I mean to sit up every night and look at them as long as I can keep awake. And I will impress those sparkling fields on my memory so that by and by when they are taken away, I can by my fancy restore those lovely myriads to the black sky and make them sparkle again. And double them by the blur of my tears.”

— Mark Twain

10:22 pm  291 notes

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson

10:19 pm  9,253 notes

happy birthday, sir

8:30 am  17 notes

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us.”

— Charles Bukowski

3:44 pm  414 notes

“To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.”

— T.S. Eliot

3:44 pm  157 notes

“Every one needs to talk to some one," the woman said. "Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone.”

— Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

3:42 pm  209 notes

s.t.