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Gabriel García Márquez Dies At 87

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via observando)

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theparisreview:

“Only the Mistakes Belong to Us”—Jorge Luis Borges
This tree keeps falling over. I prop it up,it falls again. And the rain fallsday after day like a broken wet record.Here are the birds—tiny, smaller
than birds. And like fresh butcher’spaper, the light so bright it hurts.So the birds are paper and so is the sky.It will be easiest if I draw you a picture,
each of us a different shade of gray.What goes right is an accident. It can’tbe blamed on us. What goes wrong
is almost impossible to see. How quicklyit disappears, like someone’s handinto someone else’s pocket.
—Matthew Thorburn. Art: Rachel Wolfson.

theparisreview:

“Only the Mistakes Belong to Us”
—Jorge Luis Borges

This tree keeps falling over. I prop it up,
it falls again. And the rain falls
day after day like a broken wet record.
Here are the birds—tiny, smaller

than birds. And like fresh butcher’s
paper, the light so bright it hurts.
So the birds are paper and so is the sky.
It will be easiest if I draw you a picture,

each of us a different shade of gray.
What goes right is an accident. It can’t
be blamed on us. What goes wrong

is almost impossible to see. How quickly
it disappears, like someone’s hand
into someone else’s pocket.

Matthew Thorburn. Art: Rachel Wolfson.

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cornersoftheworld:

櫻花小徑 松本城 | by lovelyivan

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櫻花小徑 松本城 | by lovelyivan

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i’m pretty sure one of the most rewarding parts about reading is when the book is able to metaphorically smash you over the head with a brick, tossle you about in a hurricane of feeling, eviscerate your face and by the end you want to coddle it and say that you love it like a baby

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Artist: Beach House
Track Name: "Myth"
Played: 1227 times

teethvsteeth:

The consequence
Of what you do to me

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She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via larmoyante)