March 2012
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“Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.”
– Haruki Murakami (via adieufranz)
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There’s something about being underwater. The muted sounds. The build up of pressure in my lungs. The way time seems to stretch itself across the waters, enveloping me in its arms. Sometimes I just want to close my eyes and let everything go.
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“So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog
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– “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” from Crush, by Richard Siken
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“I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know...”
– Charles de Lint
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“I was enveloped in numbness, an absence of feeling so deep the bottom was lost...”
– The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, by Haruki Murakami
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“But it’s love that does us in. Over and over again.”
– “February” from Morning in the Burned House, by Margaret Atwood
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“I just sit where I’m put, composed
of stone and wishful thinking:
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– “Sekhmet, the Lion-Headed Goddess of War, Violent Storms, Pestilence, and Recovery from Illness, Contemplates the Desert in the Metropolitan Museum of Art” from Morning in the Burned House, by Margaret Atwood
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