February 2012
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the smiths - cemetery gates
bart constant - do better
(een van mijn aller...
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ambedo
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.
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“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via -astronauts)
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January 2012
14 posts
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“I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any...”
– Hugo Cabret
pica
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
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“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have...”
– C. Joybell C. (via venebelle)
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zachte regen van lang geleden dat uw huis na verre reizen wacht duizend vogels in uw tuin en het lieve einde schemerzacht
kim janssen - tors
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There is this Icelandic word skúffuskáld, which means someone who’s secretly a poet. It literally means “drawer poet”, someone who writes poetry but chugs it all into his desk drawer instead of showing it to people.
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) - e.e. cummings
verre reizen en grote avonturen
“Write and write and write, and then look at what you’ve written to find out who...”
– Meg Rosoff (via girlmeetsdream)
December 2011
20 posts
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All the lights out to watch the firework
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zwevend:
Heeft het geregend vannacht? de ramen zijn bedruppeld en er staan plassen op het pad. Heeft het geregend vannacht? Je ogen lijken vochtig en je kussen is zo nat. Heeft het gestormd vannacht? De wind gierde om het huis en er liggen takken op het pad. Heeft het gestormd vannacht? Ik hoorde je gillen door het huis en je wangen zijn zo nat.
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“Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near...”
– Jane Eyre
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lizzyface:
the weepies - world spins madly on
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“I thought about life, about my life, the embarrassments, the little...”
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via ontelbaar)
