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January 29, 2012
(Source: electricfeeling, via code1327)
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"I slept with war, all night I slept with war once. I received deep war wounds into my body, as you never did, a feat of arms for which I will never be decorated!"
Anais Nin, A Spy In the House of Love (via teaonfridays)
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recommend me some books or movies please?
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January 28, 2012
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I say and all the mushrooms open
their wings and come with me
In my hands are geology, salt & friendship
so of course I’m not scared
The sky is bright! Seeds everywhere!
I take hold of a sailor’s knot and ride into the trees
A small god flies forward with sand in his mouth
& bangs on my forehead a little
Seeds everywhere! The purple wind
full of rosemary and drug
I don’t know where I’m going but I’m going
where the gold foil roasts
Anne Marie Rooney Alice, leaving the caterpillar
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porcelainwink asked: Ghost darling, your flickr is absolutely wonderful xoxo.
oh thank you so much dear <3.
moths&kisses
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Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Read by Jeremy Irons. (via guro-tan)
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
(via seafoamchild)
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Lewis Carroll Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
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▲▲▲“In Heaven, everything is fine. … You’ve got your good things, and I’ve got mine.”
plan for winter holidays:
-go to planetarium
-go to my favourite independent movie theater to watch foreign films
-go to my favourite cafe [inside it looks like an old library from fairyland, it’s wonderful] and drink hot chocolate with cherry ice cream <3
-go to my favourite art gallery
-take more photographs and post more on flickr
-write more poetry
-watch 2 movies per day
-read books [oh i missed this so much, with all the exams going on i had no time for this]
-go to few concerts
-look for musicbox that’s close to the one from my dreams
—-shall be updated
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"A tree uses what comes its way to nurture itself. By sinking its roots deeply into the earth, by accepting the rain that flows towards it, by reaching out to the sun, the tree perfects its character and becomes great… Absorb, absorb, absorb. That is the secret of the tree."
