A View of the Open Sky

Everyone expected me to grow up to be some sort of literary hipster for living but, no, I’m just a geographer who really likes to read and write.

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“Was it possible I had something to give? Out of the nothingness that was my life? Really, what the fuck did I have to give? Woman with too many holes in her. And yet there was something.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011

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Emily Brontë’s ‘Gondal Poems’ notebook, 1837-1848 (x)

[allmyselves-deactivated20200827]

“We must become self-aware and self-honest so that we can deal with ourselves.”

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume 7 (1966-1974)

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“I was depressed; and yet in a state of security; fate cannot touch me;”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary,” c. 1920

[literatureandtrees]

ooooooooooooooo!

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“How rarely in one’s life one has that feeling, and how splendid it is when it comes, of being intoxicated and ravished just by someone’s presence,”

— Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Michael Oakeshott written c. November 1958

[victoriangold]

You ever see a pretty dress, a well-organised notebook, a peculiar balcony or read one line of poetry and get the overwhelming urge to reinvent yourself

[mournfulroses]

“My own loss, my heartbeat, my sister,”

— Annie Finch, from Spells: New & Selected Poems; “Lamia to Lycius,”

[marcvscicero]

writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page 

[fencer-x]

I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.

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….is that “I came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now” but by Oscar Wilde

[delta-breezes]

[jazbaaati]

“January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked beauty of the scraped blue skies”

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

[ebonetnoir]

Currently on my bookshelf. :D

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“She lives in the tear and in the ocean. She is from the future and the beginning of time. She lives on poetry and percussion and singing.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992

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In my defence, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.

[viewoftheopensky-blog]

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

[the-book-diaries]

I have learned that a man who makes trouble for others is also making it for himself.

Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart (via the-book-diaries)

[viewoftheopensky-blog]

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: 'At the time, no one knew what was coming.'

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[viewoftheopensky-blog]

But inside, where she could not be seen, she was confused. In places of which she was totally unaware, things about which she was totally unaware were happening one after another. Until a short time before, she had had the world in her hand without disruptions or inconsistencies. But now it was falling apart.

Haruki Murakami, 1q84