January 2012
10 posts
it pains me to think of how when i get older i won’t be able to read my current thoughts really, because they’re scattered across a million different blogs and a trillion different notebooks, and backs of receipts and corners of maths workbooks and whimsical text messages and skype messages and facebook messages and handwritten messages even. how can i get a picture of myself? when...
time, stop passing. it hurts.
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“On average, odd years have been the best for me.
I’m at a point where everyone...”
– Fragments for the End of the Year by Jennifer K. Sweeney (with thanks to read a little poetry)
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“I think about this notebook. It’s not a memoir. It lacks important things. I...”
– “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Anna Kamienska (via clavicola)
“I’ve come to think that happiness isn’t really produced by conscious...”
– An article from The New Yorker 