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give my regards to soul and romance

“I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.”
— Ray Bradbury

That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

—Wallace Stegner (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care, pay my tuition.”

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A revolution is not a painless march to the gates of freedom and justice. It is a struggle between rage and hope, between the temptation to destroy and the desire to build. Its temperament is desperate. It is a tormented response to the past, to all that has happened, the recalled and unrecalled injustices—for the memory of a revolution reaches much further back than the memory of its protagonists.

Hisham Matar on Libya: http://nyr.kr/1n7I6mX (via newyorker)

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Fallen Angel, 1883-1893 by Salvadore Albano (1841-1893)


Fallen Angel, 1883-1893 by
Salvadore Albano (1841-1893)

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.

—Albert Goldbarth, The Sciences Sing a Lullabye   (via dreamsilver)

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If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.

—C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (via cavum)

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Up all night, Jacques Sempé


Up all nightJacques Sempé

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