What cannot get said will get wept.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

—Hermann Hesse, Demian (via larmoyante)

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Miscellany Tea: Last night I dreamed...


I had gone camping, to a retreat, or something of the like. I kept feeling drawn to this group of trees, on tree really that had two of its major branches missing and for some reason it was sporting white flowers even though it was a sycamore tree. At the camp sight(?) there are these…

I want to change the world, instead I sleep.

—Ingrid Michaelson (via hellanne)

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When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via talisman)

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sun(shine): sometimes it’s more painful to hear “love you forever,” than “love you...


sometimes it’s more painful to hear “love you forever,” than “love you for the night” because at least with “for now” you know it’s just temporary, but with “forever” you go and get your hopes up but “forever” is different for everyone, you know. There’s infinite space for “forever” within one…

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