January 2010
“Philosophers have sought to understand the world. The point, however, is to...”
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— Karl Marx
(via deenatraceyxo)
(via sleepflower)
“Christina, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to...”
– Preston Burke - Grey’s Anatomy (via simtan) (via quote-book)
It’s a pity he ended up a dick :(
Lies I've told my 3 year old recently
sleepflower:
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I...
“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
– The Catcher in the Rye (via hazelweatherfield)
“It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or...”
– The Catcher in the Rye (via hazelweatherfield)
“I’m going to do it tonight. This is such a farce, this whole thing. I thought I...”
– It’s Kind of a Funny Story - Ned Vizzini (via hazelweatherfield)
I would like to read this.
“Dr. Barney stared at me, his lips puckered. What was he so serious about? Who...”
– It’s Kind of a Funny Story - Ned Vizzini (via hazelweatherfield)
“It’s so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That’s above and beyond...”
– (It’s Kind Of A Funny Story - Ned Vizzini) (via toonumb) (via hazelweatherfield)
“You are the best parts of all the songs I love.”
– http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-03-19T00%3A50%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.” And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take...
“You see, the problem isn’t that a generation has chosen sadness as an icon. It’s...”
– http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-07-06T02%3A56%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
You and I could collide, like atoms in some scientist’s wet dream. We could start a new universe together. We could mix like a disease. And if we do, I hope we never get better.
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You can walk into a room and spot them. They seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached. They laugh a little different. They hesitate a little more. Now they know what it feels like. And something about their eyes when they listen to music says “Turn it up until my...
You think I’m doing this to be romantic. Standing in public spaces and airing my heart out, oxygen in the blood and all that never was. I’m not doing it to be romantic. I’m doing it because it’s fucking necessary.
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I won’t compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me (I won’t compare you to a summer’s day). I won’t kiss the tears from your cheeks whenever you cry. I won’t remember every appointment. I won’t keep the sheen on my armour. I won’t know what to say sometimes. I won’t get your order right. I’ll be late. I’ll fuck-up. But...