December 2010
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“We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of...”
– Ellen Goodman
Dec 31st
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“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next...”
– Little Gidding by T.S. Eliot
Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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“Au milieu de l’hiver, j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi...”
– Return to Tipasa by Albert Camus 
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Between going and staying
by Octavio Paz Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks. All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can’t be touched. Paper, book, pencil, glass, rest in the shade of their names. Time throbbing in my temples repeats the same unchanging syllable of blood. The light turns the...
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Bus conversations
Younger Man: Hey, are you going into town?
Older Man: Just anywhere really, away from here.
Younger Man: ...
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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“Who has the right words at the right moment?”
– Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (via vintage23elfride)
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Bus conversations
Younger Man: Hey, are you going into town?
Older Man: Just anywhere really, away from here.
Younger Man: ...
Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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“And I can no longer fly, I who was winged from childhood. A mist clouds my...”
– Anna Akhmatova, from “Confusion” (via aubade)
Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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“Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old,...”
– Joan Didion
Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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“His own life suddenly seemed repellently formal. Whom did he know or what did he...”
– The Man Who Gave Up His Name (novella), from Legends of the Fall by Jim Harrison
Dec 28th
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WatchWatch
Reminds me a lot of this…
Dec 28th
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thoughts (dis-connected)
melancholy notes written on my heart

 at times it seems that it’s the only thing that keeps me alive in this world where everything always fades into nothingness — memories that once seemed vivid
 have lost all colour the faces, the sounds and smells disappeared (what day was it and what year? was it winter or was it summer?) — and I wonder 
whether I’m really learning* to live...
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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thoughts (dis-connected)
melancholy notes written on my heart

 at times it seems that it’s the only thing that keeps me alive in this world where everything always fades into nothingness — memories that once seemed vivid
 have lost all colour the faces, the sounds and smells disappeared (what day was it and what year? was it winter or was it summer?) — And I wonder 
whether I’m really learning* to live...
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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“It’s not about facts, it’s about feelings. It’s about remembering feelings and...”
– Agnes Martin
Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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Everything
juilett14: Like angels alight on fanged bulls waves of smiles painted on old brownstone in yellow and pink and turquoise and orchestral joys threading their way along braided, golden memories in the halls of a heart pitched with too many nights separating you. ** A letter from a ghost, each alphabet a memory an entry to yesterdays ray florets of Gerbera on the kitchen table steaming vegetables  -...
Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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"We do not remember days, we remember moments. The...
Cesare Pavese
Dec 27th
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"Melancholy flows through my veins..."
by abrokensomething
Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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Every atom of me and every atom of you
“I’ll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you… We’ll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams… And when they use our...
Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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Little, lovely messages...
ghostlimbs: I recommended you today! :) x definingforever: I sincerely adore the pieces of writing and photography you have on your blog ♥ Gosh, I never know what to say when people send me messages like these, other than that I really appreciate it!
Dec 27th
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Dec 27th
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“Forget everything you’ve ever learned about the stars and they’ll...”
– Paulo Coelho
Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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“Send me your flowers, of your December Send me your dreams…”
– Mazzy Star
Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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Sentencings
by Jane Hirshfeld A thing too perfect to be remembered: stone beautiful only when wet. *     *     * Blinded by light or black cloth— so many ways not to see others suffer. *     *     * Too much longing: it separates us like scent from bread, rust from iron. *     *     * From very far or very close— the most resolute folds of the mountain are gentle. *     *     * As if putting arms...
Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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Christmas, 1970
by Sandra M. Castillo We assemble the silver tree, our translated lives, its luminous branches, numbered to fit into its body. place its metallic roots to decorate our first Christmas. Mother finds herself opening, closing the Red Cross box she will carry into 1976 like an unwanted door prize, a timepiece, a stubborn fact, an emblem of exile measuring our days, marked by the moment of our...
Dec 26th