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negritaaa:

Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if I had just given 100% in everything I’ve ever done.

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“The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours. It is an amazing journey, and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.” —Bob Moawad (via kari-shma)

(via quote-book)

The Agony Of Being Other People

officialiwrotethisforyou:

I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

“The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice.” —Peggy O’Mara (via fishy)

(Source: psychotherapy, via quote-book)

“Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.” —Kurt Cobain (via imfantasyparade)

(Source: quote-book)

vintageanchor:

“A Dream Within A Dream” (1849)Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream? — Edgar Allan Poe

vintageanchor:

“A Dream Within A Dream” (1849)

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

— Edgar Allan Poe

(Source: vintageanchorbooks)

“There is no need for you to leave the house. Stay at your table and listen. Don’t even listen, just wait. Don’t even wait, be completely quiet and alone. The world will offer itself to you to be unmasked; it can’t do otherwise; in raptures it will writhe before you.” —Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (translated by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins)

(Source: awritersruminations, via teachingliteracy)

A Poet Reflects: windburns: “Imagine waking up tomorrow and discovering that all the...

windburns:

“Imagine waking up tomorrow and discovering that all the world’s ink had become invisible and all our bytes had disappeared. Our world would immediately crumble. Literature, music, law, politics, science, math: Our culture is an edifice built of externalized memories.

If memory…

(Source: samkra)

“I realised I was going to die and when that gets into your mind that’s a motherfucker. It utterly changed me for a while there. I thought, ‘I’m not going to sit here and wait for things to happen, I’m going to make them happen, and if people think I’m an idiot I don’t care.’”Wayne Coyne, Flaming Lips frontman, on the time his Long John Silver’s was held up when he was 16 (via austinkleon)
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