February 2012
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She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the...
– J.D. Salinger, A Girl I Knew (via thesaltwaternight)
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The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...
– George Orwell, 1984 (via frenchtouchx)
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I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the...
– John Keats in a letter to Benjamin Bailey, November 1817 (via seventyfourspecies)
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Literature is invention. Fiction is fiction. To call a story a true story is an...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Good Readers and Good Writers (via starspray)
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I tried so hard after they left to make my heart hard. And now you have undone...
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I Wrote This For You: The Melting of Glaciers
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Notice, that your eyes were given to you to acknowledge others, that your voice...
– The Everlasting Guilty Crown - EGOIST (Supercell)
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You’ll fall in love again; but learn….
To exercise restraint and reason,
For...
– Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin (via divaturgy)
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Yet how splendidly, how radiantly the world’s monotony is interrupted now and...
– Vladimir Nabokov, La Venesiana (via starspray)
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Word of the Day 29/02/2012 - februa
februa n. also Februatio, was the Roman festival of ritual purification, later incorporated into Lupercalia. The festival is basically one of Spring washing or cleaning and the derivation is from an earlier Etruscan word referring to purging.
“You’ve been quite filthy lately, Anna, I think we need to indulge in the rite of februa and see in Machiavellian March.”
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I’m not anti-social. I’m pro-solitude.
– Author Unknown (via thesearepeopleyouknow)
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I was not able, alas, to hold my breakfast, but dismissed that physicality as a...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via litdub)
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I have often noticed that we are inclined to endow our friends with the...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via litdub)
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pearlfeather:
Sun, the moon ripped open her fragile skin just for you
Peeling back every bruise
Every scar, every ruse
for you and the ocean to gaze upon
Because in spite of everything she conceals
She simply wants you to find the core beautiful
To show you she is worth the mess she gives you
She does; she truly does.
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And every so often … some actor, or politician or footballer is caught in a...
– Dylan Moran. (via bravebravesirrobin)
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Love is my religion - I could die for it.
– John Keats (via keatsthepoet)
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Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank...
– Neil Gaiman: On Writing (via fortuneandglory)
Just to encourage myself.
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A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via litdub)
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An awful calm kept my heart afloat as I followed the boy up to the hotel. This,...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via litdub)
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[He] was perfectly capable of intercourse with Eve, but it was Lilith he longed...
– Humbert Humbert - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita - (via marvelous-miss-thorley)
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Word of the Day 28/02/2012 - absterge
absterge vt. to wipe; to cleanse; to purge.
“Hang on, Lucia! I just need to absterge myself and put my trousers back on before we meet our guests.”
Assassin’s Creed fans, take note. The Templars’ Abstergo has the root of its name in this word. For their sole intent is to purge the Assassins and wipe them from the world.
The Templars will not prevail, however.
I feel it in...
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
– Sylvia Plath (via floralnymph)
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Pale Fire: Someone… someone to pull you close when... →
pallid-fire:
Someone… someone to pull you close when you can’t sleep. Someone who’ll listen to you, who won’t listen to you. Someone who’ll think you’re fucking beautiful when you feel you’re anything but. Someone who’ll back you up, tell you off, set you straight, slow the pace. Someone who won’t give up when you do. Someone who’ll yell back at you because they feel it, too. Someone...
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The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are...
– Lemony Snicket (via 6promises)
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"Sometimes your only available transportation is a...
—Margaret Shepherd
Never more appropriate!
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Word of the Day 27/02/2012 - hygrophanous
hygrophanous a. seeming transparent when wet, and opaque when dry.
“Good evening everyone and welcome to our fifth Annual Hygrophanous T-shirt Competition.”
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Dylan Moran tells a fairytale.
“There was a little girl … lost many, many miles from home … walking through the woods … late, late at night with the creatures all hooting and howling in the bushes around her, stepping over the roots of trees, and she came to the old sty, and began to climb it. But it broke, you see? It broke, and she fell down … and then, when she got herself up, she was all right. And she could see the...
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I remember when singers were singers. Ugly people. Aretha Franklin needed a lot...
– - Dylan Moran (via torigami)
“… clothes woven from her own vomit.” Only Dylan Moran.
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Today, in England, the sun is gleaming and warm and not the slightest exhalation of air disturbs the expectant stillness. I feel Spring breathing lightly beneath the settling dusts of winter. Bouncy and optimistic birdsong heralds the incoming season.
And even with this tangible beauty resting all around me, the day glimmers more because you hold my heart in your pale and gentle hands. Oh, it...