March 2012
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Keep by Nils Frahm
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly… I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we would clasp each other in our arms as with clamps and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us anymore.
The Castle by Franz Kafka
florentene asked: I feel exactly the same as the anon! How can I start it off?
Anonymous asked: Do you have any tips for a person who wants to start a diary? Because whenever I start one, I find that when I read it over, it's not descriptive enough and I didn't enjoy it. What basic steps can I follow to make it enjoyable to write and compelling to read in the future? :)
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The only obsession everyone wants: Love. People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
Philip Roth
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Happy Birthday by Sufjan Stevens
you’re...
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“These feelings sting.”
– Bret Easton Ellis
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Alex Garland just agreed to submit something for a magazine I’m working on… (!!!)
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ALBERT: I’m talking about not covering every square inch with houses and strip malls until you can’t remember what happens when you stand in a meadow at dusk.
BRET: What happens in the meadow at dusk?
ALBERT: Everything!
MRS. HOOTEN: Nothing!
ALBERT: Everything.
MRS. HOOTEN: Nothing!
ALBERT: Everything!
MRS. HOOTEN: Nothing!
ALBERT: It’s beautiful.
TOMMY: It’s...
gold-rushed:
William Eggleston
Colours and reality, angles and America.
There was a man who loved islands. He was born on one, but it didn’t suit him, as there were too many people on it… he wanted an island all of his own: not necessarily to be alone on it, but to make it a world of his own.
D.H. Lawrence
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Oats We Sow by Gregory and the Hawk
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listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go
― E.E. Cummings
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Just bought a tee with River Phoenix on it (will wear it for ever & ever!)
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Only ten days till I’m on a plane to Norway. How I hope I’m not too late to see the Aurora!
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“A good night’s sleep helps you perform well in school, and so if you’re a...”
– Lemony Snicket
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He Needs Me by Shelley Duvall
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Booked tickets to see Cillian Murphy in Misterman next month!
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Edison in Love
Thomas Edison loved a doll with a tiny phonograph inside because he made her speak.
Is there any other reason to love a woman? Did she say the ghost of my conception
or something equally demure? It’s hard to be sure how he feels when he holds me, I fall apart.
I’m projecting here. He didn’t feel her first transgression was in having no expression.
René Descartes, too, traveled alone with...
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Help me not to sass my Dad… Help me not to get dogs in fights… Help me to be thankful for everything I’ve got… Where do you live? Help me not to tell lies… Are you watching me? I want to know what you are. I want to see what you see.
Jack saying his prayers, Tree of Life
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Harry: The idea for all this really came from a dream?
Cooper: Yes. It did.
Twin Peaks
horasmortas asked: God, I love when guys wear suspenders, they look so very cute and handsome. Unfortunately in the real world I see barely no one wearing it. It's a pity... And a guy who wears suspenders and has a cat-friend is something surreal! x
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Couperin: 6e Ordre No. 5 - Les Baricades...
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The sequence of doors we passed made me think of all the rooms of my past and future. The hospital ward I was born in, classrooms, tents, churches, offices, hotels, museums, nursing homes, the room I’ll die in. (Has it been built yet?) Cars’re rooms. So are woods. Skies’re ceilings. Distances’re walls. Wombs’re rooms made of mothers. Graves’re rooms made of soil.
Black Swan Green
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I really need to start referring to my clothes as ‘duds’ more often.
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