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— antoine de saint-exupéry
happy holidays @valerieofavonlea!
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“We all walk around with our private hallucinations, thinking we’re living in some kind of reality, when we’re really living in the backs of our own heads.”
— The Summer of the Ubume, Natsuhiko Kyogoku (via satoshi-kon)
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Herman Melville — Moby-Dick or, the Whale
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reading 2020 news like
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Words! Mere Words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
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absolutely disgusting that i have to create the the things i want to create
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Misty Edinburgh - 6/4/19
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numb fingers, too big jackets, almost slipping but being able to catch your footing at the last second, frozen eyelashes, runny noses, long scarves, opening your window only to immediately close it again, Tchaikovsky, burning candles, full moons, frozen glasses, looking at the streetlights outside your window to see if it’s still snowing, exams, chunky sweaters, wool blankets, swaying trees, snowy footprints, peace
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