sometimes you wish
and find wishes useless.
i have been attacked by the bleh monster.
August 2010
July 2010
we are all our own devil
and we make this world our hell
“I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.”
—David Foster Wallace (via beelockwood, bugseatbooks) (via distantheartbeats) (via ohsocolourful) (via libraryland) (via wordpainting)
John Keats →
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When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn to the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
—Frank Herbert; Dune (via wordpainting)
