February 2012
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Act 1 scene v (91-112)
Hamlet: O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? / And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart; / And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, / But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! / Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat / In this distracted globe. Remember thee! / Yea, from the table of my memory / I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, / All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, / That youth and observation copied there; / And thy commandment all alone shall live / Within the book and volume of my brain, / Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven! / O most pernicious woman! / O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! / My tables,--meet it is I set it down, / That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; / At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark: / So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; / It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.' / I have sworn 't.
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“Sometimes I can’t believe it. I’m moving past the feeling.”
– Arcade Fire, “The Suburbs”
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So yeah.
Pink Floyd are a perfect band.
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A perfect kiss every time
mygypsyshepherd:
Have you ever wondered about a kiss? Not just the kiss but the giver and reciever of that kiss? I’ve kissed with no spark, no special connection. I’ve kissed and been kissed with no desire to return for more. Is it that they, the giver of the kiss, didn’t know how? Were they just not good at it?
I’ve come to believe that every pair of lips has a match somewhere out there. Lips...
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“In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had...”
– 1 Peter 1 6-7
Artisan's song.: He grew up before him like a... →
psychedelicanomaly:
He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. …
Brilliant verse. And I love the poem as well.
I rarely talk about my faith, not because I'm...
This.
Reading makes you a better writer →
derriqueen:
derriqueen:
It does. Seriously. And not even just reading. One of the secrets of writer success at least on a literary level, involves the careful critique of someone else’s work. Peer reviewing, peer editing. Working with peer writers.
I have drank way too many espresso drinks today.
Complete Digression:
“I feel like I can’t review a poem”; if you are a poet, you can and should...
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Don Lockwood: "What's your lofty mission in life that lets you sneer at my humble profession?"
Kathy Selden: "Well, I'm a-I'm an actress!..."
Don Lockwood: "Oh... "
Kathy: "...on the stage!"
Don Lockwood: "Oh, on the stage, well I'd like to see you act, what are you in right now? I could brush up on my English, or bring along an interpreter, that is if they'd let in a *movie* actor."
Kathy Selden: "I'm not in a play right now, but I will be. I'm going to New York..."
Don Lockwood: "Ohhh, you're going to New York and then some day we'll all hear of you, won't we? Kathy Selden- as Juliet, as Lady Macbeth, as King Lear. You'll have to wear a beard for that one of course."
Kathy Selden: "Laugh all you want, but at least the stage is a dignified profession."
Don Lockwood: [scoffing] "Dignified!"
Kathy: "What do you have to be so conceited about? You're nothing but a shadow on film... just a shadow. You're not flesh and blood."
Don Lockwood: "Oh, no? :
[moves amorously towards her]
Kathy: "Stop!"
Don Lockwood: "What can I do to you, I'm only a shadow."
Kathy: "You keep away from me! Just because you're a big movie star, wild parties, swimming pools, you expect every girl to fall in a dead faint at your feet. Well, don't you touch me!"
Don Lockwood: [chanting] "Fear not, sweet lady! I will not molest you. I am but a humble jester, and you? Yooouuu are to far above me!"
[he gets out of the car and closes the door on his coat tails]
Don Lockwood: "Farewell, Ethel Barrymore! I must *tear* myself from your side!"
[Don tears his coat. Kathy guffaws as Don walks away]
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lilysofthefield:
myuntouchableface:
my teeth shall fall from my skull like rain
the dreams of the dead flow into the ocean
and I will string your teeth hanging them like a necklace
then collect your dreams into jars and show the world how they glow
but what would the world do with a glowing jar of dreams—
here the world’s shadow might bend and cast towards hung yellow...
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all the stars are projectors: i learnt from the... →
moderateclimates:
I have measured out my life in iambic pentameter; within assonance, assiduous in its attendence, lay the key to my left ventricle. The right—
beat lonely as a daffodil, beneath the sky, blue as bluest blue. Where once petals lay, two eyes that knew more than I would ever know sprouted. Then that…
This is incredible. It takes allusion to another level.
agentjanefox:
(Because I care about your ears)
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comakid:
people are terrible. i know this because i am a person.
“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
– John Green, Looking For Alaska (via kaileymackenzie)
“I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see...”
– Yohji Yamamoto (via transformfeminism)
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Oh, you pious and profane.
fear-fiction:
Put away your praise and blame, a glass can only spill what it contains.
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“Almost everything that you do in your life will be insignificant to the rest of...”
– Ghandi
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lettersinblackandblue:
A short, two minute...
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she.
sospiffywhat:
the salt
and the sand
the early morning grit
they mixed and they mingled.
her hair
and her heart
both, a mess.
not worth it they said
not worth the pain.
she laughed at them then
haven’t you heard? No pain, no gain.
In the morning, her laugh reverberated
Like electricity coursing through plucked
Steel strings
And she ran.
Her feet pounded the ground like twin...
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iwroteafourwordletter:
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again.
mewithoutYou is more than just a band, it’s a way of life. If you listen to them, hear what Aaron Weiss has to say, it says something about you as a person.
I can’t think of another band that has this effect on the raw humanity of the people that listen to them.
I agree with this.
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Fact:
Pixies’ B-Sides are better than most band’s singles.
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Prosetry Collaboration
with this girl
Round necks and knickers,
TV dinner clickers,
double dippers twist dolphin flippers
Into shapes like DVD rippers
Playing the music of old fiddlers
To the Sphinx, that ancient riddler
But every note resembled a scribbler
Locked away into a tower to rust into red fragments of dusty, antique ink.
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Collabs? →
I could really use some inspiration.
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“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...”
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via loveisjustadogfromhell)
Words to live by.
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I love everybody right now.
This is a very good feeling.