December 2010
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Dec 28th
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Dec 25th
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Dec 25th
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That if enough people in a silent room are drinking coffee it is possible to make out the sound of steam coming off the coffee. That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt. That you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do. That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness. That it is...
Dec 22nd
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 20th
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Dec 15th
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Dec 15th
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Then his face, body, all seemed to collapse, to fall in upon itself, and from out the slashed garments about his hips and loins the pent black blood seemed to rush like a released breath. It seemed to rush out of his pale body like the rush of sparks from a rising rocket; upon that black blast the man seemed to rise soaring into their memories forever  and ever. They are not to lose it, in...
Dec 14th
“In depression this faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The...”
– William Styron, Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness (via sometimesagreatnotion)
Dec 14th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 8th
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Proud to be Maladjusted
…there are some things in our social system to which I am proud to be maladjusted and to which I suggest that you too ought to be maladjusted. I never intend to adjust myself to the viciousness of mob-rule. I never intend to adjust myself to the evils of segregation and the crippling effects of discrimination. I never intend to adjust myself to the tragic inequalities of an economic system...
Dec 8th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 7th
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If I could live again - I will travel light, If I could live again - I’ll try to work bare feet at the beginning of spring till the end of autumn, I’ll ride more carts, I’ll watch more sunrises and play with more children, If I have the life to live - but now I am 85, - and I know that I am dying …  Instants by Jorge Luis Borges
Dec 5th
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We felt an attachment to the neighbourhood we lived in ‘cause it made the most incredible noises at night (distant trains approaching slowly, deafening as they passed, and then slowly departing again, leaving a whole mess of unidentifiable thrums, drones and rumblings in their wake). We obsessed over the unspeakable beauty of those empty trainyards, as well as the snow-buried expansive...
Dec 4th