December 2011
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November 2011
39 posts
“I’m up in the woods. I’m down on my mind. I’m building a sill...”
I have been sick of x amount of days! I AM NEVER SICK. I feel absolutely horrible, I feel weaker and weaker each day. I can’t bring myself to do anything. So I am here in my room, with my weak tired body, playing Bon Iver non-stop.
Dare I say this is the happiest I’ve been? But what tragedy I have to compare it to. There is no sense in living in the sweet comfort of misery, so here I am past all the sadness. But have yet to cross into the other side.
“I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you’re feeling...”
– The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath (via psyhco)
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
79 posts
Little oysters? Little oysters? But answer there came none, and this was scarcely odd because they’d been eaten every one.
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“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
– Jack Kerouac (via theoldludwigvan)
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