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Ireland, West Coast, County Kerry, 1988 by Harry Gruyaert

22 September 2014     2:45 pm     14,475 notes


Collaboration, 2014 | by Chris Schoonover

22 September 2014     8:50 am     613 notes

You may
blame Aphrodite

soft as she is

she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy.

— Sappho, Blame Aphrodite

(Source: camilla-macauley, via contramonte)

September 2014     9:29 am     3,405 notes

so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via cactuslungs)

(Source: booksandnerds, via cactuslungs)

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06 September 2014     9:08 am     3,586 notes

You know, they straightened out the Mississippi River in places, to make room for houses and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. “Floods” is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, what valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory — what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a rush of imagination if is our “flooding.”

— Excerpt from “The Site of Memory,” Toni Morrison, What Moves at the Margin: Selected Nonfiction  (via commovente)

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September 2014     7:31 pm     3,134 notes


Joshua Malik

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