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Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
– ― Aldous Huxley (via psych-quotes)

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Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one’s mind.
– W.S. Maugham (via mycolorbook)

Hair styling in London, C.1960’s

Hair styling in London, C.1960’s

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Why Beauty Matters 

written by Roger Scruton 

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litafficionado:

"Incidentally, I use the word reader very loosely. Curiously enough, one cannot read a book: one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader. And I shall tell you why. When we read a book for the first time the very process of laboriously…

mycolorbook:

"There’s a secret border in human closeness,that love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass –though lips are sealed together in sacred silence,though hearts break in two with love’s distress.And friendship too is powerless, and yearsof sublime flame-filled ecstasywhen the soul itself is free, fights clear,of the slow languor of sensuality.Those who try to reach that boundary are mad,and those who have – are filled with anguish.Now you know, now you understand,why my heart won’t beat at your caress.”Anna Akhmatova



(S.C.Z. - Rocamadour)

mycolorbook:

"There’s a secret border in human closeness,
that love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass –
though lips are sealed together in sacred silence,
though hearts break in two with love’s distress.

And friendship too is powerless, and years
of sublime flame-filled ecstasy
when the soul itself is free, fights clear,
of the slow languor of sensuality.

Those who try to reach that boundary are mad,
and those who have – are filled with anguish.
Now you know, now you understand,
why my heart won’t beat at your caress.”

Anna Akhmatova

(S.C.Z. - Rocamadour)

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
– ― Aldous Huxley (via psych-quotes)

(via dewmanna)

Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one’s mind.
– W.S. Maugham (via mycolorbook)

Hair styling in London, C.1960’s

Hair styling in London, C.1960’s

(Source: sharontates, via suicideblonde)

Why Beauty Matters 

written by Roger Scruton 

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crazieees:

Everybody needs this on their blog

(Source: tyrabankssmize, via dewmanna)

http://litafficionado.tumblr.com/post/90932954135/incidentally-i-use-the-word-reader-very-loosely

litafficionado:

"Incidentally, I use the word reader very loosely. Curiously enough, one cannot read a book: one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader. And I shall tell you why. When we read a book for the first time the very process of laboriously…

mycolorbook:

"There’s a secret border in human closeness,that love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass –though lips are sealed together in sacred silence,though hearts break in two with love’s distress.And friendship too is powerless, and yearsof sublime flame-filled ecstasywhen the soul itself is free, fights clear,of the slow languor of sensuality.Those who try to reach that boundary are mad,and those who have – are filled with anguish.Now you know, now you understand,why my heart won’t beat at your caress.”Anna Akhmatova



(S.C.Z. - Rocamadour)

mycolorbook:

"There’s a secret border in human closeness,
that love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass –
though lips are sealed together in sacred silence,
though hearts break in two with love’s distress.

And friendship too is powerless, and years
of sublime flame-filled ecstasy
when the soul itself is free, fights clear,
of the slow languor of sensuality.

Those who try to reach that boundary are mad,
and those who have – are filled with anguish.
Now you know, now you understand,
why my heart won’t beat at your caress.”

Anna Akhmatova

(S.C.Z. - Rocamadour)

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."
"Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one’s mind."

About:

She was born and then she was eighteen and still she was looking in wonderment at the veins of leaves that matched the veins in her neck. Staring into a mirror she looked and looked and did not find anything but a constellation of freckles and two eyes like oil wells. Black, reflecting rainbows and an unrelenting trap for those who let themselves fall in.

Singapore born, educated in the Northeast.

This is my scrapbook.

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