February 2012
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the art of distraction →
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“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to...”
– One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez Submitted by mrchangfromcali (via novelfirstsentences)
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dangerous
spending so much time in your company and being so happy  i think i’m starting to feel something for you and i should stop before things get ugly. self restraint, self restraint  *winces*  
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Thank God people can't hear what I'm thinking.
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“The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are...”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music” (via reticence-)
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i love you too. courage courage courage but all this terrifies me. 
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- to smile more often at tons of people (:  
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the gradual all
The clear-water light of autumn is first to go. Then, the detailed particulars: the late sun on brick, the frost-feathered pane, the aster blooming in the auburn field of feed corn, blur as if poorly erased, replaced by dishwater light of old snow. Since the dark cloud shadows have come to stay, squirrels run on air between telephone poles, four dark birds, starlings or grackles or crows, hover...
Feb 18th
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[insert insightful blog title here]: Sonnet XVII:... →
secretedsins: I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of…
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“I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (via bookmania)
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me: I'm gonna study when I get home
me: I'll just study before I go to bed
me: I'll just study in the morning
me: I'll just study on the way to school
me: I'll just study in this class
me: I'll just study in the hall
me: I'll just study before the test
me: I'll just study during the test
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