December 2011
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Maybe that is why we call it an internet profile, because just like the profile of a person’s face, we can only see a side of them—a mere projection of the real person. And we cannot blame ourselves for that because the world wide web can only do so much, no matter how hard we try and pour our minds and hearts to our online counterparts. After all, everything is hyped up on the...
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everyone: it's just a book
you: YOU KNOW NOTHING
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antematter
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the dream versions of things in your life, which appear totally foreign but are still somehow yours—your anteschool, your antefriends, your antehome—all part of a parallel world whose gravitational pull raises your life’s emotional stakes, increasing the chances you’ll end up betting everything you have.
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Apparently, I can write.
Yes. It was perhaps late last year when I coerced myself to start writing book reviews. For one, I wanted to hone my writing skills. Second, I liked the idea of having an avenue where I can share my thoughts about the recent book I just finished. So far, I have written seventeen. A pretty small list really, which I hope will double the size when 2012 commences. Just a little bit of fair warning, I...
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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via boxofoctaves)
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There is this place, right there hidden in the depths of my heart, buried under the blur of everyday life, locked and concealed, tucked away from privy eyes. In there, you’ll see all the unspoken words, thoughts and hidden feelings that never seem to escape the gates of my lips. A vast graveyard for all the could-have-beens and missed chances. A constant reminder of things that never...
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dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
adj. entranced and unsettled by the vastness of the universe, experienced in a jolt of recognition that the night sky is not just a wallpaper but a deeply foreign ocean whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways, who share our predicament but are already well out of earshot—worlds and stars who would’ve been lost entirely except for the scrap of...
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gryffindorkk:
That night, as he lay on his bed, his thoughts began to drift somewhere else. Is it possible that somewhere out there, someone is thinking the exact same thoughts lingering on his mind? Perhaps somewhere out there, a person exists whose fingertips could fill the missing gaps of his longing hands. Perhaps across a sea of strangers there is a human heart that complements the...
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tellsboringstories asked: Were those books in order or just random?
Anonymous asked: Top 10 favorite books? :D
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That’s the thing about human beings—we always see a part of someone and mistake it as a whole. We often get blinded by that one attribute and automatically fill the other gaps. In the end, we only disappoint ourselves as we realize that they are not as perfect as we imagined. Incidentally, the same goes for other people’s flaws. We base out our judgments on that particular...
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“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you...”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via blumen-wiese)
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That night, as he lay on his bed, his thoughts began to drift somewhere else. Is it possible that somewhere out there, someone is thinking the exact same thoughts lingering on his mind? Perhaps somewhere out there, a person exists whose fingertips could fill the missing gaps of his longing hands. Perhaps across a sea of strangers there is a human heart that complements the relentless heartbeat of...
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When you write, your words become your defense. Your way of coping with things—your escape. It is how you express the emotions deep inside and your way of showing your understanding of what is happening around you. You write for your survival. To tell the world how you feel. A shout of joy. Perhaps a cry for help. But what happens when words fail us and we’re out of things to say? Left...
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Whenever my brain spurs out ideas from out of nowhere, I feel like I am supposed to channel into something profound. Sometimes I feel like I should write amazing things for you guys to read. Poetic, deep, inspirational, amazing, and sweeping ideas. Tales coming from things that would soon change another person’s perspective of the world around him. Insights that could add color to a dull...
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wearemostaliveindreams:
by design, we carry on our way
l i k e, k i t e s t o c h i l d h o o d d a y s.
bleeding into dreams and pretending we’re all okay.
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