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Paul Davis
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Kirsten Stoltmann, You Will Never Be Punk, 2011
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Jenny Hampe Endresen
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Beverly Fishman
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Mathew Sawyer
"When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant."
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via larmoyante)
"We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones."
Francois De La Rochefoucauld (via larmoyante)
"Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom."
Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via larmoyante)
"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
"One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony."
Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via larmoyante)
"In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it to myself."
Haruki Murakami (via story-dj)
"It’s sort of weird if you think about it," Sara said. "We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we’re surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people."
Haruki Murakami - Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via murakamistuff)
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"You don’t talk much do you?
You talk too much, don’t you?
You talk as though you’re afraid
if you ever stopped talking people would forget
you’re standing in the room.
You kiss with your eyes open,
you won’t talk to a stranger
or you’d fuck a stranger for a high-five.
You grip the steering wheel too tight,
hold on like you’re afraid the car will go on
to some more important destination without you.
You’ve lived most of your life like you’re dying,
dying for a better life to rescue you and plant
trilliums in your hair but it never showed up."
Jamaal May, excerpt from “The Movement of a Trapped Animal” (via lovemestarkly)

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