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Conor Harrington - London
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The tiny dancer holds him close, all headlights counted. Or so he thought. As the dancer pulls him even closer, it never occurred to him that there was one headlight he never counted: the one responsible for dozens of smiling padiddles to road-trippers all across the country. They only drove at night. Thus all the padiddles. And on that summer roadtrip, he would be one headlight short of every night’s count. He would always be one headlight short. His vision had never been turned inward. But he would always have her, his tiny dancer. Finally. At least his ever-outward vision did that much for him. That’s arguably the only good thing it would ever do for him.
Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and its spectacular.”
Joseph Campbell (via seabois)
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I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Jeanette Winterson, Why I Adore the Night (via rainydaysandblankets)
There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you.
Phillip K. Dick (via dustinwayne)
I feel weak today, I felt much stronger yesterday. Like Benjamin Button in reverse.
Michael Scott, The Office (via dustinwayne)
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“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.”
C.S. Lewis
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