February 2012
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I met a Lady in the Meads
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child
Her hair was long,...
– John Keats, “La Belle Dame sans Merci” (via atramentum)
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I miss Borders.
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I just stood outside in the pouring rain for nearing half an hour. It’s a feeling beyond words. It’s as if life finally has meaning. My existence makes sense and is not a source for distaste and wicked humor. As the rain crashes down onto the pavement and the thunder rumbles in the distance, I can feel it vibrating through my being. A great sense of calm washes over me with the rain and I’m...
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In other news: I made myself a Twitter account.
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I’m reading 16 House’s posts about Melbourne and marveling over that wonderful city’s ability to surprise me even after almost 20 years of visiting it.
So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he...
– Dead Poets Society, 1989 (via cclandestine)
December 2011
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Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader. Not the fact that it...
– E.L. Doctorow (via thebookishdark)
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Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
– David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via pavorst)
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Currently watching Lust For Life.