February 2012
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danceslikedegas:
“For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.”
-Aldous Huxley
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Cozy Corner
I am so snug and cozy in my little corner with blankets and twinkle lights and my books and reading lamp and a table to put my tea on. I swear I wish I never had to leave this corner of my bed.
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d-rugrats:
Smokey Taboo by CocoRosie
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“Perhaps we dont like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our...”
– Sufjan Stevens (via aclutteredheart)
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The Dream of the Rood as a foundational myth for...
I am going to make a huge pot of black tea and then write this goddamn paper. Go team.
‘Half a league, half a league, half a league onward’ (that is how that goes, right? Right.)
But then I will finish watching Henry V with Kenneth Branagh as my reward.
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