Federico Garcia Lorca
May 29, 2017, 10:02 am
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My Name is Memory
August 29, 2016, 4:02 pm
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Living by the Word
April 12, 2016, 8:42 pm
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“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening […] Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”

-Alice Walker

Old Strange Book -Kathleen Ossip
April 1, 2016, 8:08 am
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“Many books have I read, many people loved.
They mattered and mattered and mattered.
I tried but never found the book.
The field is where I’ll be scattered.” 

more lolita because it’s monday and the world has gone stale
November 2, 2015, 10:39 am
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my sin, my soul

November 1, 2015, 5:53 pm
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“I’m having one of those moments right now.. one of those moments when everything is so perfect and so wonderful that you almost feel sad because nothing can ever be this good again.”

The Little Prince
October 21, 2015, 2:55 am
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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.