February 2012
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“Yes, yes,” said the Beast, “my heart is good, but still I am a monster.” “Among...”
– Beauty and the Beast, Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont
Feb 24th
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Feb 20th
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floating flowers
Feb 18th
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“I’m sorry I can’t be lovely and delightful all the time for you.”
– an honest haiku
Feb 12th
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January 2012
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i feel like the sails of months past are flitting in the wind, uncontrollably, beseeching me to a destination i don’t have the courage to go to. i am overly nervous for i have dust for brains (mine does lie a corpse now) and i possess such a sorry state of mind. but my heart is cloudy-eyed and young, peering into not so much a darkness but a pristine and untouched territory from behind...
Jan 31st
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“Four dreamy figures, but the one with the ice-cream made my heart flutter.”
– a dreamy, creamy haiku
Jan 16th
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Anonymous asked: what are your favorite books?
Jan 16th
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December 2011
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a brand new start
hindsight: i’ve said and done some regrettable things, wrangled silently in perilous tug-of-wars and in exchange for painstaking efforts to impress myself, i gave up my ability to feel. days and days ago i saw my near future spelt out in letters and numbers before me and my heart pumped faster and faster until my neck veins engorged with thankfulness and then lightened to a feathery state of...
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“Think how you love me,” she whispered. “I don’t ask you to love me always like...”
– Tender Is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Dec 26th
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“She began to whisper something in my ear. It’s the strangest thing about...”
– How to Talk to Girls at Parties, Neil Gaiman
Dec 15th
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November 2011
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Enn & Triolet
Boy: What's your name?
Girl: Triolet.
Boy: Pretty name.
Triolet: (Proudly) It's a verse form. Like me.
Boy: You're a poem?
Triolet: (Smiles, and looks down and away, perhaps bashfully)
Boy: You're a poem?
Triolet: (Chews lower lip) If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose world was swallowed by the sea.
Boy: Isn't it hard to be three things at the same time?
Triolet: What's your name?
Boy: Enn.
Triolet: So you are Enn. And you are a male. And you are biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time?
Nov 30th
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