Cassandra
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter, to me.
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I’m afraid to write lest I discover a monster staring back at me. Right now my head cannot articulate my heart without the manifestation of confusion.
This is new.
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Quote reblogged from SynchronicitiesI think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world.Jeanette Winterson, The Art of Fiction No. 150 (via bookmania)
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There is an itch beneath my pulse. A friction between skin and blood. It’s the rebellion of the life-force that flows through the organized network of veins. A longing for liberation. For exposure. For freedom.
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I’m either being a hypocrite, or I’ve always (rather subconsciously) cherished the sanctity of Life. I’d like to believe the latter. There is hope yet.
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My favourite song from the BeeGees. I’ll fall in love with anyone who sings this to me, above the many other love songs my imaginary lover will serenade me with.
On that note, RIP Robin Gibb.
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Quote reblogged from Quote Book:I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via jusellietokitoinkee)
(Source: quote-book)
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A scar marred the consistency of the skin of his bald head, forcibly shaved to accommodate the reminder of his tragic accident. There was a glimmer of positivity in his eyes so contagious. However, behind the sheen lay a pool of bitter experiences. The right eye, set off orbit, stared directly into the soul. The most genuine of smiles was produced despite the asymmetrical drooping of the right side of his lips, in between the staccato manner of his speech which once was so fluent. The elevator doors opened, and he called for help in the most dignified manner. Then he had to be left to struggle to maintain control of the wheels he now called legs, all with a smile that transcended the pain.
18 and wheelchair bound because of a brain-damaging accident
And he bade me an adieu with a “God bless you.”
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Quote reblogged from Words Less SpokenLife is not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s the way it is. The way you deal with it is what makes the difference.Virginia Satir (via wordslessspoken)
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Funny how I admired the relationship in Nick & Nora’s Infinite Playlist so much, and this happens. I think Providence is playing games with me. I am very amused. Hardy har har.
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Let the winds howl and blow vehemently. I’m letting go of the reigns. Opening the window. Thinking is taking too much from me. I’d rather be blown away by blind faith, than to be aimlessly rooted to nothing. Trust the wind, it’s the only nothingness with direction.
