January 2012
52 posts
it's hot enough to make me suicidal
“I am my own heaven and hell.”
– J.C.F. Von Schiller (via horreure)
December 2011
95 posts
“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.”
– Gandhi (via nirvikalpa)
of every holiday of the year, new years is most...
i have always found that there is a crisp and clean feeling in those first seven days of every year, and i have full faith in 2012 being truly dazlious. and i know people say it every year, but i think that every year it is more truthful. and for me, with the view i’ve got and the way i am looking at things, everything looks quite exquisite
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“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier...”
– Homer, The Iliad (via thefarfromfeed)
“I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.”
– Franz Kafka (via horreure)
i just had vegemite toast for christmas dinner. and it was the best. also, i love phebe and her family for having me all day and be part of their merry clan for christmas. friendliness and delight was all around.
i have my house to myself for a week, which basically means that i won’t be wearing pants for seven days. excellent
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via knockturn)
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and...”
– Orson Welles (via moldavia)
for some delicious reason (because waking up early is actually super nice), i woke up naturally at 6am this morning and decided it was prime house cleaning time. that never happens
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
– C.S. Lewis (via horreure)
two things that, at the moment, i can’t believe:
one: how ridiculously hot it is in melbourne.
two: that in a week, it will be christmas eve. i was really not paying attention to the festive season this year
“I shall be useful when I lie down finally: then the trees may touch me for once,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via horreure)
“I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.”
– Charles Baudelaire (via horreure)
