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Wednesday, August 27
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“ Ya no es mágico el mundo, te han dejado.
• The world is no longer magical, you’ve been left

Borges. 1964
Wednesday, August 20
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“ Try to say nothing negative about anybody:

a) for three days
b) for forty-five days
c) for three months

See what happens to your life.
• Yoko Ono
Reblogged from stirringofbirds
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“ ive decided to stop investing my time in people who dont appreciate it, and take it for granted. makes my life a whole lot easier.
• Cassie Coutard

I always wanted to do so but it’s really hard for me to say no. I have to practise…
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Tuesday, August 19
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“ The moon and sun are eternal travellers.
Even the years wander on.
A lifetime adrift in a boat,
or in old age leading a tired horse into the years,
every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home.
• Matsuo Bashō, the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan
Saturday, August 09
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“ Don’t be humble. You’re not that great.
• Golda Meir
Reblogged from bunkercomplex
Wednesday, July 30
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“ Why’d you wait until we broke up to get hot?
• Seen somewhere in the internuts…
Friday, July 25
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“ No.
• Amy Carter (President Jimmy Carter’s daughter) when asked by a reporter if she had any message for the children of America
Reblogged from livejamie
Wednesday, July 02
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“ Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
• Alan Watts
And I couldn’t agree more…
Reblogged from tightgrip
Sunday, June 29
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“ Love the ones you can. Touch the ones you can reach. Let the others go.
• Ian McEwan
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Monday, June 16
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“ Fuck you universe, you suck.
• There you go, something to say out loud when things don’t go your way.
Reblogged from tightgrip
Saturday, June 07
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“ I haven’t had a job in about two months now. I have been too embarrassed to tell anyone, so I go out everyday and don’t come back until six.
• confessionizer. That’s serious shit :(
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Sunday, May 25
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“ El bastón, las monedas, el llavero, la dócil cerradura, las tardías notas que no leerán los pocos días que me quedan, los naipes y el tablero, un libro y en sus páginas la ajada violeta, monumento de una tarde sin duda inolvidable y ya olvidada, el rojo espejo occidental en que arde una ilusoria aurora. ¡Cuántas cosas, láminas, umbrales, atlas, copas, clavos, nos sirven como tácitos esclavos, ciegas y extrañamente sigilosas!

Durarán más allá de nuestro olvido
no sabrán nunca que nos hemos ido.
• Jorge Luis Borges