Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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| — | Zelda Fitzgerald (via thesaltwaternight) |
You know, I think it’s about envy.
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Mitt Romney on the income gap. Mitt Romney, aka this guy, aka this guy, aka this guy, aka this guy, aka these guys, aka this duck, aka this killer of homeless men, aka this machine construct, aka this. (via chriscantwell) ——-Reblogging for the pictures hahaha |
The image produced by a gray, wet street has something consoling and dreamy about it, and so you stand now upon the rear platform of the creaking car that is rumbling its way forward, and you gaze straight ahead.
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| — | In the Electric Tram by Robert Walser [Berlin, 1908] |
“There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.”
—Christopher Morley
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.
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| — | Christopher Morley, Where the Blue Begins (via keely-anne) |
Nostalgia, while comforting is ultimately hollow and even destructive, distancing us from the people and pursuits we love in the present, which is the only reality of which we can ever be certain.
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| — | Chris Klimek, on the lessons he learned from Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris, the “wise, deeply romantic without being sentimental” film that he selected as best of the year in a recent episode of Filmspotting. (via infectedworldmind) |
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thephilosophyofatraveler) |
