February 2012
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This city’s no longer mine
There’s sadness written on every corner...
– Whitest Boy Alive, Golden Cage
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No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even...
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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Like most women, I currently live in a society where violence, harassment and...
– Tiger Beatdown
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This morning, with her, having coffee.
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
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What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose...
– Søren Kierkegaard (via yourperestroika)
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