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July 30, 2014 at 1:35 PM

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San Francisco - On Top! by (Luca Pisanu)

San Francisco - On Top! by (Luca Pisanu)

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July 30, 2014 at 1:11 PM

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Entrance | by Mah Nava

l-eth-e:

Entrance | by Mah Nava

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July 30, 2014 at 12:59 PM

What is the light
at the end of the day, deep, reddish-gold, bathing the walls,
the corridors, light that is no longer light, no longer clarifies,
illuminates, antique, freed from the body of
the air that carries it. What is it
for the space of time
where it is useless, merely
beautiful?

— Jorie Graham, from “Salmon” (via awritersruminations)

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July 30, 2014 at 12:45 PM

It is sometimes so bitterly cold in the winter that one says, `The cold is too awful for me to care whether summer is coming or not; the harm outdoes the good.’ But with or without our approval, the severe weather does come to an end eventually and one fine morning the wind changes and there is the thaw. When I compare the state of the weather to our state of mind and our circumstances, subject to change and fluctuation like the weather, then I still have some hope that things may get better.

— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh in August 1879 (via awritersruminations)

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July 30, 2014 at 12:38 PM

You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.

— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief” (via proustitute)

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July 30, 2014 at 12:27 PM

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

— Mary Shelley , Frankenstein (via feuille-d-automne)

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July 29, 2014 at 5:34 PM

I think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world.

— Jeanette Winterson, Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 150 (via leopoldgursky)

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July 29, 2014 at 5:33 PM

One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It’s one of the oldest urges in mankind. It’s a way of stalling death.

— Carlos Fuentes (via booklover)

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July 29, 2014 at 5:29 PM

One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It’s one of the oldest urges in mankind. It’s a way of stalling death.

— Carlos Fuentes (via booklover)

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