September 2010
12 posts
“Ode on Melancholy
NO, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
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– John Keats
“All great and precious things are lonely.”
– John Steinbeck (via dira)
inkmouse: When the thorns fell out she realised... →
When the thorns fell out she realised that her past no longer looked like today, not the very faint and forgotton past but the yesterdays and days before that. She was fickle, the word echoed, fickle, fickle, prickle.. merging with the fallen thorns. There were little red marks on her arms from…
“I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your...”
– Margaret Atwood (from Whiskey River) (via crashinglybeautiful) (via id0be1ieve) (via inkmouse)
“And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the...”
– Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (via pinpricks)
“She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they...”
– J. M. Barrie - The Little White Bird (via moonandmoon) (via book-slut) (via booklover)