May 2011
16 posts
Goodbye Tumblr?
Last night I stayed awake until three in the morning scribbling wild notes in my sketchbook. I had been reading the comics and criticism of Matt Seneca online before that. I realised that Matt Seneca is just over a year older than me, and younger than most of my friends. At first I experienced jealousy, because I would like to be in the position that he is in his life, and I am not. Then I found...
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Nietzsche
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I am wanting to post some of the drawings and...
what to do, internet, what to do. i’m the kind of baby who needs preemptive praise, which is really stupid of me.
“Moment of adorable silence. But the song of the world rises and I, a prisoner...”
– Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951 (via human-voices)
April 2011
16 posts
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“When spring comes,
If I’ve already died,
The flowers will bloom in the same...”
– Fernando Pessoa (1915)
I have finished The Pale King
And I am feeling really fucking mad (and sad, and thankful) towards David Foster Wallace.
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“Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea.
Death is the end...”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson, excerpt, “The Lotos-Eaters” (via theshipthatflew)
March 2011
14 posts
“Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via sometimesagreatnotion)
“We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are...”
– Henry Miller (via crashinglybeautiful)
February 2011
10 posts
