(via prettygirll)

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"Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion."
— Audrey Niffenegger (via apathie)

(Source: misswallflower, via booklover)

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Tristia by Osip Mandelstam

“I have studied the Science of departures,
in night’s sorrows, when a woman’s hair falls down.
The oxen chew, there’s the waiting, pure,
in the last hours of vigil in the town,
and I reverence night’s ritual cock-crowing,
when reddened eyes lift sorrow’s load and choose
to stare at distance, and a woman’s crying
is mingled with the singing of the Muse.

Who knows, when the word ‘departure’ is spoken
what kind of separation is at hand,
or of what that cock-crow is a token,
when a fire on the Acropolis lights the ground,
and why at the dawning of a new life,
when the ox chews lazily in its stall,
the cock, the herald of the new life,
flaps his wings on the city wall?

I like the monotony of spinning,
the shuttle moves to and fro,
the spindle hums. Look, barefoot Delia’s running
to meet you, like swansdown on the road!
How threadbare the language of joy’s game,
how meagre the foundation of our life!
Everything was, and is repeated again:
it’s the flash of recognition brings delight.

So be it: on a dish of clean earthenware,
like a flattened squirrel’s pelt, a shape,
forms a small, transparent figure, where
a girl’s face bends to gaze at the wax’s fate.
Not for us to prophesy, Erebus, Brother of Night:
Wax is for women: Bronze is for men.
Our fate is only given in fight,
to die by divination is given to them.”

From my dear friend Molly, given as a peace offering to the qualms in my heart about mom’s departure. Only someone who has been apart from his/her family for an unspeakably long time can understand the melancholy. Grateful for a friend such as she.

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artpixie: 211/365 (by julianbialowas)

artpixie:

211/365 (by julianbialowas)

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thethousandthgirl:

“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes!’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”

— Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via larmoyante)

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The Drums - Down By The Water

I know it’s hard to be in this position
If they stop loving, I won’t stop loving you
If they stop needing you, I’ll still need you, my dear

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"Each time you happen to me all over again."
— Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

(Source: bookmania, via anditslove)

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My favorites are the three at the top. And the obituary-obsessed kid. Yours?

My favorites are the three at the top. And the obituary-obsessed kid. Yours?

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debbieliuhoo: harryh: mattlehrer: werdsmiffery: The 20 Most Beautiful Bookshops in the World Foursquare list waiting to happen. https://foursquare.com/harryh/list/the-20-most-beautiful-bookstores-in-the-world :) Bookstores have been and always will be my hideaway. I browse slowly in them when I’m content, I hide in them when I’m upset, I wander in them when I want to lose myself. True story, I blacked out and ran away crying from my friends one night in DC…straight to Kramerbooks where I hid in bookshelves until someone convinced me to come home. If I had wings, or if i was Ironman, I’d fly to one of these a weekend and spend 48 hours exploring each one. If only I could get married in a bookstore and give each guest a book suited entirely to his (or her) taste and ask them to just read. For at least a day. Well, if I was Ironman, I could just build my own beautiful bookstore and get married in it, but I’d also be a man. I want to visit all of these so badly. And wow, you are pretty much my soulmate, Debbie. Two reasons. 1) While interning at Conde Nast the summer after my senior year, my friends would go out in Murray Hill and inevitably head south towards Meatpacking. Usually I’d go along, but a few times, I decided instead to browse tipsily through the $1 racks at the Strand, one of my favorite places on earth. Once, I ended up lugging 15 books (including a first-edition Gourmet cookbook weighing 6 pounds) all the way back to my place in Gramercy. 2) I used to tell my high school friends that I wanted to get married in the Barnes & Noble nearby, because there are two huge escalators that look over aisles and aisles of books. I would ride up the escalator (to the kids’ section) and there my groom would be, waiting for me amongst all of the romance novels. That’s why I loved Carrie’s pick for wedding venue in the SATC movie, so so much. Big and I would be married in the classic New York landmark... ...that housed all the great love stories.

debbieliuhoo:

harryh:

mattlehrer:

werdsmiffery:

The 20 Most Beautiful Bookshops in the World

Foursquare list waiting to happen.

https://foursquare.com/harryh/list/the-20-most-beautiful-bookstores-in-the-world

:)

Bookstores have been and always will be my hideaway. I browse slowly in them when I’m content, I hide in them when I’m upset, I wander in them when I want to lose myself. True story, I blacked out and ran away crying from my friends one night in DC…straight to Kramerbooks where I hid in bookshelves until someone convinced me to come home.

If I had wings, or if i was Ironman, I’d fly to one of these a weekend and spend 48 hours exploring each one. If only I could get married in a bookstore and give each guest a book suited entirely to his (or her) taste and ask them to just read. For at least a day.

Well, if I was Ironman, I could just build my own beautiful bookstore and get married in it, but I’d also be a man.

I want to visit all of these so badly.

And wow, you are pretty much my soulmate, Debbie. Two reasons.

1) While interning at Conde Nast the summer after my senior year, my friends would go out in Murray Hill and inevitably head south towards Meatpacking. Usually I’d go along, but a few times, I decided instead to browse tipsily through the $1 racks at the Strand, one of my favorite places on earth. Once, I ended up lugging 15 books (including a first-edition Gourmet cookbook weighing 6 pounds) all the way back to my place in Gramercy.

2) I used to tell my high school friends that I wanted to get married in the Barnes & Noble nearby, because there are two huge escalators that look over aisles and aisles of books. I would ride up the escalator (to the kids’ section) and there my groom would be, waiting for me amongst all of the romance novels. That’s why I loved Carrie’s pick for wedding venue in the SATC movie, so so much.

Big and I would be married
in the classic New York landmark...

  
...that housed all the great love stories.
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Gotye f/ Kimbra - Somebody That I Used To Know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

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