February 2012
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January 2012
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suppose i’m a glutton for punishment
December 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
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XVII
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly...
June 2011
8 posts
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love,...
When asked “What thing about humanity surprises you the most?”, the Dalai Lama answered:
“Man…. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is...
May 2011
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Toska (Russian)
Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases...
April 2011
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March 2011
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“we accept the love we think we deserve.”
– Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
February 2011
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December 2010
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Gorillaz - "On Melancholy Hill" (BBC Radio 1 -... →
November 2010
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“My name is Aaron L Novak. I write, play,...
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body,...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
