January 2012
27 posts
Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them.
– Edgar Allan Poe
(colettesaintyves)
You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.
– Epictetus (via sisterwolf)
It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do...
– Aldous Huxley, Island (via vulturechow)
At every moment of our lives, we have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in...
– Paulo Coelho
via leda-swanson * rabbitinthemoon
(via frenchtwist)
December 2011
30 posts
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not...
– Dorianne Laux, “Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl” (via blua)
It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think,...
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, December 21st, 2002 (via blaqmagic)
Aubade by Philip Larkin
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thought impossible but how And where and when I shall myself die. Arid interrogation: yet the dread Of dying, and being dead, Flashes afresh to hold and...
So I have no peroration or clarion note on which to close. Beware the...
– Christopher Hitchens, Letters To A Young Contrarian
[via bright cold day in the RIP Christopher Hitchens thread on Metafilter]
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...
– Charles Bukowski (via s0nata)
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