February 2012
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What is music? How can one define it? Music is a calm moonlit night, a rustling...
– Sergei Rachmaninoff (via fuckyeahrachmaninov)
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You and your photographs of boats;
that repeated metaphor for departure,
or...
– Cyril Wong, Boats (via yesyes)
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If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is...
– Pablo Neruda, from: “If Each Day Falls” trans. William O’Daly (via hateshiploveship)
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The eBook isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about an ‘exploration,’ and...
– children’s book illustrator Jon Skuse (via ebookporn)
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Love’s about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you...
– Julia Quinn (The Viscount Who Loved Me)
(For our non-existent boobies, V!)
I do not understand why,
when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant,
I’m...
– Salvador Dalí (via executions)
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I think cancer in many ways to those of us alive today is similar to what...
– John Green (via moonlityork)
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Reading for Fun: What drama! What adventure! Oh, there is no pleasure equal to that of reading the miracle of the novel-to experience such joys and sorrows at the hands of a paperback is truly one of the great pleasures this life has to offer. If I could do nothing but read for the rest of my life, truly, I would be content.
Reading for Class: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE WORDS!
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I most long to see you again—always by far the most I long—the next day, the...
– from Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett, July 12, 1846
Find 572 more letters online here, as of today. Be still, our collective heart.
(via edithshead)
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