April 2011
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“This too shall pass.”
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“Amy [Poehler] was in the middle of some such nonsense with Seth Myers across the...”
– Tina Fey (via apleasantsurprise)
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I will give your heart a place to rest when...
I’ll weave your names into my ribcage; lock your hearts inside my chest. Regain the passion I once carried; do away with all the rest. I tore the sickness from your bodies; smashed its head against the bricks. I made a castle from its bones that you may always dwell in it. So sing for every buried moment that you’d thought would never end. And sing your fears about the future; and a dirge...
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Absolutely mad.
Dream Song 29 by John Berryman
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry’s ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.
And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to...
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Dream Song 14 by John Berryman Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me,...
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“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to...”
– A Moveable Feast - Ernest Hemingway (via lifepiledonlife)
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