November 2010
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theshipthatflew:
Chopin, “Etudes, Op. 10: Etude...
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mist is when the sky is tired of flight and rest its soft machine on the ground; the the world is dim and bookish like engravings under tissue paper. a martian sends a postcard home ~ craig raine
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classicalliterature:
Grieg - Lyric Pieces Op....
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“The children almost broken by the world become the adults most likely to change...”
– Frank Warren, author of Postsecret (via foolishdreams21)
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“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
– Lao Tzu (via artpropelled)
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december 11th
onlyondemairt:
by anne sexton
then i think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean, of the houses that you swing into, of the steel wool hair on your head, of your persistent hands and then how we gnaw at the barrier because we are two. how you come and take my blood cup and link me together and take my brine. we are bare. we are stripped to the bone and we swim in tandem and go...
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late love →
by jackie kay how they strut about, people in love, how tall they grow, pleased with themselves, their hair, glossy, their skin shining. they don’t remember who they have been. how filmic they are just for this time. how important they’ve become – secret, above the order of things, the dreary…
~ only on de mairt
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when i no longer have your heart i will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. i will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea — on which i cannot walk — and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.
by Alice Walker
via onlyondemairt
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