February 2012
People don’t remember me. Really. It’s not a paranoid thing; I just have this...
– William Goldman, The Princess Bride
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She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful...
– Jedediah Berry
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...
– Edgar Allan Poe
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The feeling of vulnerability. It’s when one has to be handled the carefullest,...
– the word recycler:
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You have the right to accept that you are sad. You have the obligation to improve your situation.
I don’t understand why when we destroy something created by man we call it...
– Ed Begley Junior
If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.
– I Wrote This For You, The Sweet Release
moledro
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of...
– Jerry Spinelli
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