August 2010
46 posts
“Even books, like romance, will live on. They will continue to be exchanged, and in fact their quaintness will only increase their value. When they are truly rare, to give one as a gift will imply the batted eyelashes. Books will, in short, suffer the fate that has already befallen letters sent by mail: preciousness.”
—Why I’ll miss a world where books make the first move, by Mark Oppenheimer Slate Magazine (via somethingchanged) (via unicornology)
“When it comes / It comes abrupt and it feels / It feels like trading brains with an imbecile / For real / Yes I feel emphatic about not being static / And not buying philosophies that are sold to me / At a steal / Just when you thought / It was safe to think / In comes mental piracy”
—Incubus - When It Comes
“If God is in the details and if I believed in God, he’s in this room with me. I just wish he had brought an extension cord.”
—Dexter Morgan
“Everyone hides who they are at least some of the time. Sometimes you bury that part of yourself so deeply you have to be reminded it’s even there at all. And sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether… I’m not the monster he wants me to be so I’m neither man nor beast. I’m something new entirely…”
—Dexter Morgan
Listen
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
Shelter
The XX
the xx - shelter
Could I be, was I there?
It felt so crystal in the air
I still want to drown, whenever you leave
Please teach me gently, how to breathe
And I’ll cross oceans, like never before
So you can feel the way I feel it too
And I’ll mirror images back at you
So you can see the way I feel it too
“Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.” I agree with the second part.”
—William Somerset, Se7en
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
—Dr Seuss (via raindropsonredroses)
Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere But Not Here
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother’s eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing through your ears
Arriving somewhere but not here
Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you’d hear as you’re fading out was a song?
All my designs simplified
And all of my plans compromised
All of my dreams sacrificed
Ever had the feeling you’ve been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins and all you knew was wrong?
Did you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?
“I think the only reason people hold onto memories so tight is because memories are the only things that don’t change when everything else does.”
—(via raindropsonredroses) (via aroundandabout) (via tearsandlaughter) (via nawazaki)
“But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it’s a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it’s sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we’re doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.”
—Paulo Coelho (via tearsandlaughter)
