February 2012
Feb 10th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
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Cheers from a half empty apartment. To the ever growing difference between knowing better, and knowing best.
Feb 8th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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ListenI’m gonna take a freight train down at the...
Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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“Laugh it Up Fuzzball.”
– Han Solo (via rad-3)
Feb 2nd
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Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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January 2012
“But I forever remained a prisoner of what had already passed, and a single...”
– Péter Nádas
Jan 31st
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Jan 31st
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Jan 30th
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Jan 29th
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Listen But if we could talk, and we could laugh just...
Jan 27th
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Jan 25th
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I learned well how to read thoughts from facial expressions, how immediately  to identify with these thoughts, but this mimetic ability to empathize, this desire for otherness, also led to bouts of mental anguish and brought no relief, for I realized I could not be another person, could only appear to be someone else, and total identification  was  as impossible as fusing my own two halves and...
Jan 24th
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Jan 24th
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“I’m not being condescending. I’m being openly hateful.”
Jan 23rd
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Jan 22nd
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Jan 22nd
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Jan 21st
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“Leila alone was satisfied to be born free of man’s tyranny, to be free of...”
– Anais Nin; Delta of Venus
Jan 21st
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Jan 21st
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Jan 19th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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The subway hurtling to Brooklyn her head on her knees asleep or drugged many sleep the whole way others sit staring holes of fire into the air others plan rebellion: night after night awake in prison, my mind licked at the mattress like a flame till the cellblock went up roaring -Adrienne Rich
Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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Your hair is lost in the forest, your feet touching mine. Asleep you are bigger than the night, but your dream fits within this room. How much we are who are so little! Outside a taxi passes with its load of ghosts. The river that runs by is always running back. Will tomorrow be another day?  -Octavio Paz 
Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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ListenAnd I’m gonna quit this crazy scene..
Jan 17th
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Jan 16th
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We have, as they say certain things in common. I mean: a view from a bathroom window over slate to stiff pigeons huddled every morning; the way water tastes from out tap which you marvel at, letting it splash into the glass. Because of you I notice the taste of water, a luxury I might otherwise have missed. -Adrienne Rich
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