The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
11:24
15:58
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01:38"I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely." — The History of Love, Nicole Krauss
12:16"He has a way of making people paper-thin."
12:07
00:55"Give me your hand, note the consequence, the obscure heat of
a body."
12:04
03:43"But I’m so tired I can’t place the emotion, and it, too, slips away as I shut my eyes."
11:53
Had a little too much wine for dinner and decided to explain facebook to both my parents

saltwaterkids:

Nothing was lernt.

I miss you Julia, the namesake of my cactus/my token Swedish friend.

(Source: rosespoetryandprose)

18:23"Exile is a life led outside of habitual order. It is nomadic, decentered, contrapuntal; but no sooner does one get accustomed to it than its unsettling force erupts anew." — Edward Said, The Mind of Winter
18:17"Regard experiences as if they were about to disappear. What is it that anchors them in reality? What would you save of them? What would you give up?" — Edward Said, The Mind of Winter
17:56"

It was a dark and stormy night.

Do you smile at this introduction? Allow me to submit for your consideration the saying that tales with unoriginal beginnings are the most likely later to surprise. 

" — Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke