No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of plastic. No more of my eyes, mouths, noses, moods, bad angles. No more yawns, teeth, wrinkles. I suffer from my own multiplicity. Two or three images would have been enough, or four, or five. That would have allowed for a firm idea: This is she. As it is, I’m watery, I ripple, from moment to moment I dissolve into my other selves. Turn the page: you, looking, are newly confused. You know me too well to know me. Or not too well: too much.
Margaret Atwood, The Tent (via iamlikethemoon)
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When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via bookmania)
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The precarious balance that exists between sanity and a subtle, dreadful muffling of the senses.
Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

marieclaire:

Lakehouse No.1

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marieclaire:

"Let me give you some advice: Try to approach things without preconceived ideas, without supposing you already know everything there is to know about them. Get that trick down and you’ll be surprised at what’s really all around you."

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Charles de Lint, Someplace to Be Flying

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marieclaire:

"One reason that people have artist’s block is that they do not respect the law of dormancy in nature. Trees don’t produce fruit all year long, constantly. They have a point where they go dormant. And when you are in a dormant period creatively, if you can arrange your life to do the technical tasks that don’t take creativity, you are essentially preparing for the spring when it will all blossom again."

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Marshall Vandruff

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marieclaire:

"You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy."

— C. JoyBell C.

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marieclaire:

The ways in which I resemble nothing:

The space I occupy

can neither be measured

nor

returned.

- Mara Lisson

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