"One likes people much better when they’re battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph."

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated, 13 August 1921 (via wavingtovirginia)
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My short story "The Unknown River" on Papercut Mag

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"Long I have traveled,
and broken now are my feet,
can I rest with you?"


Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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Self (18.09.14)

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Country Tracks

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Ben Howard - Conrad (Official Audio)

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"Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking. Separate them from the situation, which is always neutral. It is as it is."

— Eckhart Tolle (via dopatonin)
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Phil Bergerson - Shards of America (2004)

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"But I must not forsake myself, I am entirely alone."

— Franz Kafka, Diaries (via kafkaesque-world)
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One In A Million

New poem on my blog !

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"This is my simple religion. No need for temples. No need for complicated philosophy. Your own mind, your own heart is the temple. Your philosophy is simple kindness."

— Dalai Lama (via thecalminside)
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"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via introspectivepoet)
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"I am very sad and I feel more miserable than I can say, and I do not know how far I’ve come. I do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place. I feel so melancholy."

— Vincent van Gogh, Letters (1875-1890)
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"I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air."

— Ellen Hopkins, Impulse (via larmoyante)
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