January 2012
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And even if her plane crashes tonight she’ll find some way to disappoint me, by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
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You said, ‘I love you.’ Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to...
– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body I first discovered Jeanette Winterson in collage, and I didn’t really get it. Reading her at 18 and it’s just too much, especially in a Theatre Arts class. I then had to read Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit at uni in first year and I loved it....
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Had a cool stuff in Paris overload →
So I’m leaving this link here which names like 100 cool places and also, tells you how to be a big hipster in Paris.
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Things I want to do in Paris (that aren't the...
See Balzac’s house
So I study English literature, and Balzac was this guy, who wrote some books and now I want to see his house. Google images says it looks like this:
Books and wooden furniture seems as good a reason to go somewhere as anywhere.
Go to the flea markets
It just looks like the coolest thing ever. Where else can I buy bricabrac I do not want, need and isn’t even...
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And I’m scared of time, and the click at the end.
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Nothing Good Gets Away. →
In Novemeber of 1958, John Steinbeck — the renowned author of, most notably, The Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, and Of Mice and Men — received a letter from his eldest son, Thom, who was attending boarding school. In it, the teenager spoke of Susan, a young girl with whom he believed he had fallen in love. Steinbeck replied the same day.
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Legalise Gay Marriage in the UK please.
Do it or you’re a complete idiot.
The end.
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I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom...
– Before Sunrise
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I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me,...
– Cecile, Before Sunrise
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The hardest lessons learned No matter where you go, Are the ones you learn alone.
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It’s strange isn’t it? Y’know, how when you’re broken hearted, there are thousands of different ways to explain your intense feelings. Every song is about you, every quote sums up how you feel and every day is just an endless longing, a self-indulgent waiting game. Then, you meet someone. You fall in love. The real deal. And you have nothing to say. Declarations don’t...
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We have no idea, now, of who or what the inhabitants of our future might be. In...
– Pattern Recognition, William Gibson I’d enjoy this book more if I didn’t have an exam on it in two days.
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Catch up.
Had a pretty cool 24 hours. Went to Rihannon’s for some ‘revision’ (that went well). Then went to see Tommy on a whim. Spent a ridiculous amount of money on Wycombe’s Hoblgoblin quiz machine. Snuggled. Woke up (wah). Went into Southampton. Bought too many clothes. Talked to Sam about how she’s dating someone who’s Dad is genuinely called Nick Clegg. Got home....
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Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.
Spoke to Poop.
Spoke to my best friend for the first time in a month last night - It’s ridiculous that we don’t talk as much, I would like to fix that. I miss her all the time. The amount of times I’ve got teary about it. What a silly mess we find ourselves in. Today ought to consist of getting my ass back to Southampton, but I don’t feel like it yet, so I’m making multiple task...
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Reblog if you want your followers to ask you...
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Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the...
– Aldus Huxley, Brave New World.