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My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book Of Hours

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—for in you I love also my hopes.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Lou Salomé

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Kindness, kindness, kindness. I want to make a New Year’s prayer, not a resolution. I’m praying for courage.

Susan Sontag’s New Year’s resolutions – book well worth taking a page out of.  (via explore-blog)

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I think perhaps I need to be on the road where I get so tired I can’t feel sad.

Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait in Letters 

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Daniel Heidkamp

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Taylor Swift covering Vance Joy’s “Riptide” at the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge (Oct 9, 2014)

(HQ version without echo or extraneous noise)

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– Anne Sexton, The Death Notebooks

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Amy Winehouse // To Know Him Is To Love Him (Napster Live)

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Tindersticks - Until The Morning Comes

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Amy Winehouse I Moon River (Cover)

wherever you’re going I’m going your way

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Our Day Will Come | Amy Winehouse

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god bless you amy

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Nina Simone - I Got It Bad (And That Ain’t Good)

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“moon river (with john frusciante),” vincent gallo & pj harvey 

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It is midnight in June. You are sleeping, I have been led to the edges of infinity.

Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Philippe Jacot, from “Night Is A Great Sleeping City,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Queer Eye got nominated for 4 Emmy’s and this is the fab five hearing about it for the first time Jonny I’m crying

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“I am restless. Eager. Yet unproductive. […] But I biked to town today to shop […]. Loaded my black patent leather bag with sherry, cream cheese (for grammy’s apricot tarts), thyme, basil, bay leaves (for Wendy’s" exotic stews - - - a facsimile of which now simmers on the stove), golden wafers (such an elegant name for Ritz crackers), apples and green pears. I was getting worried about becoming too happily stodgily practical: instead of studying Locke, for instance, or writing - - - I go make an apple pie, or study the Joy of Cooking, reading it like a rare novel. Whoa, I said to myself. You will escape into domesticity & stifle yourself by falling headfirst into a bowl of cookie batter. And just now I pick up the blessed diary of Virginia Woolf which I bought with a battery of her novels saturday with Ted. And she works off her depression over rejections from Harper’s (no less! - - - and I hardly can believe that the Big Ones get rejected, too!) by cleaning out the kitchen. And cooks haddock & sausage. Bless her. I feel my life linked to her, somehow. I love her […].”

— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Cambridge Diary, 25 February 1957 (via days-of-reading)