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we've got our obsessions. I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you. we've got our obsessions all you ever think about is sick ideas involving me, involving you

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. Scarley, likes poetry, literature, and books in general. here you will find quotes and paragraphs and pictures of book related stuff. happy hunting.

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May 16, 2012
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May 15, 2012
in Siegfried Sassoon Suicide in the trenches Counter-attack and other poems
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"

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

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~ Siegfried Sassoon, Suicide in the trenches, Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918)

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May 15, 2012
in The Virgin Suicides Jeffrey Eugenides
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"They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws."

~ The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides. (via thehipsterintherye)

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May 14, 2012
in thirteen reasons why
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keepbreathing-xo: 13 Reasons Why (Taken with instagram)

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13 Reasons Why (Taken with instagram)

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May 14, 2012
in Bram Stoker Dracula
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"Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams."

~ Bram Stoker, Dracula (via standinglikeaguiltyschoolboy)

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May 13, 2012
in The Paris Review William Gibson
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"…cities are like compost heaps—just layers and layers of stuff. In cities, the past and the present and the future can all be totally adjacent…"

~ William Gibson Interviewed by The Paris Review, 2011 (via cityinterface)

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May 13, 2012
in Redwall Redwall series Brian Jacques
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May 12, 2012
in Hans Christian Anderson
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"Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."

~ Hans Christian Anderson  (via the-picnicker)

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May 12, 2012
in Aleksandar Hemon Love and Obstacles
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dirtylittlebookworm: The more we knew, the less we wanted to know. Convinced that we were merely trying to live our lives normally, we embarked on a passionate pursuit of hedonistic oblivion. We danced a lot. We dropped enormous amounts of money into slot machines, which were rigged so as to preclude even a statistical possibility of our winning. And then there was rampant, ecstatic promiscuity. The whole institution of dating seemed indefinitely suspended; it was no longer necessary to go out before hopping into bed. There was no time for relationships on our Titanic. Those days of disaster euphoria were a great fucking time, for nothing enhances pleasures and blocks guilt like a looming cataclysm.

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The more we knew, the less we wanted to know. Convinced that we were merely trying to live our lives normally, we embarked on a passionate pursuit of hedonistic oblivion. We danced a lot. We dropped enormous amounts of money into slot machines, which were rigged so as to preclude even a statistical possibility of our winning. And then there was rampant, ecstatic promiscuity. The whole institution of dating seemed indefinitely suspended; it was no longer necessary to go out before hopping into bed. There was no time for relationships on our Titanic. Those days of disaster euphoria were a great fucking time, for nothing enhances pleasures and blocks guilt like a looming cataclysm.


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May 11, 2012
in Alexandre Dumas The Count Of Monte Cristo
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"I discovered that one hundred and fifty books, carefully chosen, give you, if not a complete summary of human knowledge, at least everything that it is useful for a man to know."

~ Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (via listentothestories)

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May 11, 2012
in Pan Twardowski
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“Pan”

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“According to an old legend, Twardowski was a nobleman (szlachcic) who lived in Kraków in the 16th century. He sold his soul to the devil in exchange for great knowledge and magical powers. However, Twardowski wanted to outwit the devil by including a special clause in the contract, stating that the devil could only take Twardowski’s soul to Hell during his visit to Rome – a place the sorcerer never intended to go.

After years of evading his fate, Twardowski was eventually tricked by the devil and caught not in the city of Rome, but at an inn called Rome (Rzym in Polish). While being spirited away, Twardowski started to pray to the Virgin Mary, who made the devil drop his victim midway to Hell. Twardowski fell on the Moon where he lives to this day. His only companion is his sidekick whom he once turned into a spider; from time to time Twardowski lets the spider descend to Earth on a thread and bring him news from the world below.”


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