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  • mikalhvi:



    "Did you mean: Congratulations TRAITOR!" that’s fucking priceless.

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  • dagninexgf:

    House & Wilson

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    House, M.D. Merchandise:

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  • "Don’t believe our outlines, forget them
    and begin from your own words.
    As if you are the first to write poetry
    or the last poet."
    Mahmoud Darwish, from “To a Young Poet,” trans. Fady Joudah, Poetry (March 2010)

    (Source: apoetreflects)

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  • #AdviceFromDionysus #ShinjiMoon

  • "I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something."
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (Alfred A. Knopf, 1999)

    (Source: wordsnquotes, via apoetreflects)

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  • "Let’s thank our mistakes, let’s bless them
    for their humanity, their terrible weak chins.
    We should offer them our gratitude and admiration
    for giving us our clefts and scarring us with
    embarrassment, the hot flash of confession.
    Thank you, transgressions! for making us so right
    in our imperfections. Less flawed, we might have
    turned away, feeling too fit, our desires looking
    for better directions. Without them, we might have
    passed the place where one of us stood, watching
    someone else walk away, and followed them,
    while our perfect mistake walked straight towards us,
    walked right in to our cluttered, ordered lives
    that could have been closed but were not,
    that could have been asleep, but instead
    stayed up, all night, forgetting the pill,
    the good book, the necessary eight hours,
    and lay there—in the middle of the bed—
    keeping the heart awake—open and stunned,
    stunning. How unhappy perfection must be
    over there on the shelf with a crack, without
    this critical break—this falling—this sudden, thrilling draft."
    Elaine Sexton, “Rethinking Regret,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 29, no. 6, November/December 2000)

    (Source: apoetreflects)

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