November 2011
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“The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness...”
– Anaïs Nin, Four Chambered Heart (via arreter)
October 2011
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“I’ve got it bad.”
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Even if it drives me crazy
laughterandinsanity:
He has the address of every whorehouse in Paris, and the rates.
-Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
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“From the very beginning I must have trained myself not to want anything too...”
– Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn (via style-phile)
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“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright,...”
– Stephen King (via 99lions)
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“Instinctively, I wrote about all the things that I yearned for. I stopped...”
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“This is what happened when the sex was good. That air of possessiveness. I tried...”
– Eric Jerome Dickey (Pleasures)
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“I am currently in that stage of my life when I am exactly who I want to be,...”
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“I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle....”
– Jane Austen (via atomos)
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From: from the Nag Hammadi Library...
I was sent forth from the power,and I have come to those who reflect upon me,and I have been found among those who seek after me.Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,and you hearers, hear me.You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.And do not banish me from your sight.And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!Do...
September 2011
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I’m giving writing a break. Perhaps I will post random things that I’ve saved in my computer but for now there is nothing to share. SO bare with me until I do again.
To the person that wanted to know: No, this is not my first Tumblr.
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While you were sleeping or getting ready for work...
I’m already drifting through my 4th dream. I have no idea what I was dreaming about, it could’ve been anything, a nightmare possibly since my night hadn’t gone so swiftly. After a drink, a smoke and an inevitable argument I was drained, my bones ached for the comfort of another human being, my night had been lonely. I entered the 5th dream, which didn’t really last long, if it had ever started. I...
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“It’s strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to...”
– Graham Greene (via venebelle)
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I figured that people are not as majestic as most books make them up to be. That’s why I only read the ones whose pages derive from the truth of this beautifully faulty reality.
Melodramatic Ruminations: On Holes →
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All he wanted - all he ever wanted - was to find that singularly spectacular person he could love.
One that would love him.
Someone to laugh at his particularly esoteric brand of humor.
Someone to share the finer points of his personality with.
But its hard to find love in a strangers sheets….
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When writers write about their experiences, their failures, their fortune, and dissapointments, they become famous. People just need to know that there is someone (even if it’s on a white sheet of paper) that understands them, that goes throughout the same path without a knowing clue of how everything will end, someone that is not so different from them. It is up to the reader to pay close...
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“Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear moonbeams striking on the...”
– Lucian Blaga (via risky wiver)
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And the water begun to run but the mist had yet to overtake the room as Lucy admired her reflection in the mirror. Thin, voluptuous where was needed, that was her body. Lucy raised one short flexible leg over the bathroom’s counter; she looked at the bruise on her right thigh. Yesterday the bicycle had left its greeting, and now she wondered whether human contact could leave the same trails on...
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“He spoke as he wrote, as I transmitted to him the blatant clouds of unspoken...”
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“Now you, my love, are nothing to me but a ghost among many.”
– Sergio Candido (I Live Dead)
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“She remembered something a woman in Paris had told her once. A woman in her...”
– William Boyd (Restless)
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Of Impatience
He read her writing. She stood by the window watching over the city, following the loose trace of passing cars. She sat on his lap, she kissed him. She had nothing but a towel on, hair wet, feet naked against a rough carpet. She lied in bed. They discussed her writing. They edited the story. She stayed in bed. He came towards her, kissed her and made history.
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Justine (excerpt) by Marquis de Sade
He seizes my arms, binds them to my side, then he slips a black silken noose about my neck; he holds both ends of the cord and, by tightening, he can strangle and dispatch me to the other world either quickly or slowly, depending upon his pleasure.
“This torture is sweeter than you may imagine, Therese,” say Roland; “you will only approach death by way of unspeakably pleasurable sensations; the...