December 2011
“Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different...”
– Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (via shantosophy)
“Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we...”
– Graham Greene
She was his muse, a perfect matrimony of a martyr and a minx. Her malevolence mirrored his misanthropic misconceptions of mankind, his mind was mired in a murky existential ennui, which magnified her magnificence if only for a moment. And only for a moment.
Otis Redding - These arms of mine
“And I, too, am the same… only there is no love in my heart, or desire for love,...”
– Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness and Other Stories (via shantosophy
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Officially my 22nd birthday. Bittersweet to say the least.
