May 2012
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“And what is the word for knowing your bones are made
of midnight?”
– B. Hicok (via waitingforteaagain)
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Watch“Rôses by…” Sølve Sundsbø.
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“Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you...”
– Alice Hoffman, The Story Sisters (via waitingforteaagain)
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“The air is a beautiful princess without bones.”
– Takiguchi Shuzo, “Documents d’oiseaux”. (via waitingforteaagain)
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“I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never...”
– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via lostmybalance)
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“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words...”
– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Translation by Richard Howard, 1978 (via waitingforteaagain)
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“When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from...”
– Anaïs Nin (via danseurs)
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“Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?”
– Sigmund Freud (via waitingforteaagain)
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“John is really the reference point for the rest of us, one of his competitors,...”
– Diane von Furstenberg (via seaborder)
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“Books have to be heavy because the whole world’s inside them.”
– Cornelia Funke, Inkheart. (via shalott)
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