May 2012
5 posts
May 27th
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May 14th
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May 9th
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May 8th
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May 2nd
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April 2012
5 posts
“De hårda smällarna från dåtiden. Trampminorna i vissa trottoarer. Konsten att undvika sitt föregående liv. För att inte bli ledsen, över både det onda och det goda. Välja bort vissa platser och gator, kaféer och restauranger, därför  att de nästan alltid slungade en tillbaka till något otryggt, ännu inte utrett.” Fjärilen i min hjärna, Anders Paulrud
Apr 21st
Apr 21st
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Apr 18th
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Apr 15th
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Apr 4th
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March 2012
7 posts
Mar 31st
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Mar 29th
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noise-n-tangerines: “What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.” — The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka 
Mar 28th
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Mar 17th
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wavesandmermaids: “This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?” — Jonathan Safran Foer
Mar 15th
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pretty-bird: “And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.” — The Perks of Being a Wallflower 
Mar 12th
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Mar 5th
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February 2012
6 posts
Feb 21st
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“Där någonstans fastnar jag och jag hittar inte ut igen.” “Vill du hitta ut igen?” “Ja, eller nej. Men jag måste.” “Varför då?” “Det plågar min själ att gång på gång uppleva saker utan att helt och hållet vara där. Jag är där, till viss del. Men en del av mig är alltid någon annanstans.” “Var någonstans?” “Där jag en...
Feb 14th
Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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rememo: “I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.” — Franz Kafka  
Feb 6th
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Feb 5th
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January 2012
9 posts
suzywire: “I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.” — Ferdinand von Schrubentauffrt
Jan 22nd
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Jan 17th
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Jan 15th
rememo: “I don’t know any more. I used to know, but I lost the knowledge a long time ago. A man can’t go along indefinitely carrying around in his pocket a key that doesn’t fit anything.” — J.D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew” 
Jan 15th
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Jan 13th
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Jan 11th
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kitestrings: ‎”So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.” — Dead Poets Society, 1989
Jan 10th
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skyisland: “When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.” — Nicholas Sparks 
Jan 8th
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December 2011
10 posts
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Dec 21st
cicconeyouthh: “Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.” — Sylvia Plath 
Dec 20th
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“Den här vintern är grå på kanske fler sätt än ett men det gör inte alltid så mycket, försöker jag att tänka. Vissa dagar hugger det i bröstet och andra dagar är det precis som att en blöt, grå, kvävande massa breder ut sig över varje del av kroppen, men oftast är det bara så här, ett stilla susande någonstans i bakgrunden och en slags inneboende väntan på någonting jag inte riktigt kan få...
Dec 16th
Dec 15th
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suzywire: “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” — Neale Donald Walsch
Dec 15th
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Dec 13th
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suzywire: “Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.” — Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
Dec 8th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 5th
29,151 notes
November 2011
8 posts
Nov 29th
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Nov 28th
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darlingyourheadisnotright: “There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky 
Nov 23rd
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Nov 15th
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Nov 13th
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Nov 6th
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satanlovesyou: “I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.” — Charles Bukowski 
Nov 4th
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