7 December, 2013 Saturday
"The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful."
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via marcescentfleur)
"We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via rauchwolken)
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
"That old feeling is still in my leaking heart."
William S. Burroughs, ”Last Words: The Final Journals of William S. Burroughs” (via hollowstimulation)
"Anyway, you can’t leave her like that. You can’t do that to the woman. She doesn’t deserve it; nobody does. You don’t belong to her and she doesn’t belong to you, but you’re both part of each other; if she got up and left now and walked away and you never saw each other again for the rest of your lives, and you lived an ordinary waking life for another fifty years, even so on your deathbed you would still know she was part of you."
Iain Banks, “The Bridge” (via mooneyedandglowing)
"How the Media Failed Women in 2013," courtesy of Miss Representation. This is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
do you ever like someone so much that you can’t believe that they can’t feel it, even if you’re saying something as mundane as ‘the clouds look like bunnies today’, to your ears everything sounds like ‘I want you I want you I want you’ and they have no idea I think that’s crazy