February 2010
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“Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
– The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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January 2010
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“Je suis futile, mais la futilité consiste à s’occuper de choses...”
– Françoise Sagan
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Tell me a never ending story. =]
All stories have an end. Just as rain won’t fall forever, nor is darkness eternal. Like the fallen embers of the ashes that was once aflame, and the lingering streak of vanishing light on the western horizon line. Dry tears, vacant eyes, abandoned streets and an empty coffee cup in a lonely café. Never ending stories begins in the night....
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Would you tell me a story?
An alarm rung, piercing through the stillness of the morning air. The sea breeze probed faintly through the tiny crack of the open windows, lightly blowing the white Egyptian silk curtains apart. A faint, scratching noise was at the doors. Outside, the misty clouds covered much of the sky, leaving streaks of weak sunlight that barely touched the sea. The swings creaked...
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For the Writers, With Love.
When a writer decides to write a book for an audience labeled “young adults,” with what exactly, do they write with in mind? Fairytale romance? Magical kingdoms? Supernatural powers? A character who has all the right epiphanies at all the right times? Magic? Coming of age stories set in a place and time when teens nowadays don’t give a shit about what happened back then?...
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How did you get those scars?
The ones you can see are from falling down because of stupid decisions. The ones you can’t see are from stupid decisions and falling because of it.
Tell me a story. (:
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Equilibrium, Found.
I love Mr. Toast.
先生トーストが大好きです。
Toast loves her.
トースト彼女が大好きです。
She loves toast.
彼女は、トーストが大好きです。
She loves toast.
(via TranslationParty)
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“A good book should leave you… slightly exhausted at the end. You live...”
– William Styron, interview, Writers at Work, 1958
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Ambiguities...
…are as bottomless as a cup of bad diner coffee.
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“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only...”
– Audrey Hepburn
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The Fan and the Flower →
One of my favourite love stories told by Bill Plympton and Dan O’Shannon in a seven minute short. A story of love and sacrifice for two who were so in love and never meant to be. Sometimes, love doesn’t need a reason to exist.
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“Il y a, entre Londres et Paris, cette différence que Paris est fait pour...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Le Pont Mirabeau
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la peine. Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure Les jours s’en vont je demeure Les mains dans les mains restons face à face Tandis que sous Le pont de nos bras passe Des éternels regards l’onde si lasse Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure Les jours s’en...
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So I Got My Driver's License Renewed...
[ Upon seeing the photograph ]
Me: OMGWTF EW /dies.
Mum: You look...er.. divine.
Dad: Oh wow, you look like a Mexican.
[ DMV... I hate you. ]
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Oh, Grant...
[ a reporter in search of information wired Cary Grant's agent. Grant himself happened to see the message and wired back ]
Reporter: HOW OLD CARY GRANT?
Grant: OLD CARY GRANT FINE. HOW YOU?
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“If everyone threw their problems in a pile, you’d grab yours back.”
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And Then My Heart Melted...
[ ring ring ]
Me: Hello?
Mr. Toast: Hey.
Me: Hai.
Mr. Toast: I wanted to make sure you got your "gentle 'Hello.'"
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Sunday Mornings...
Should be served with breakfast in bed, a kiss between sheets, a bubble bath in waiting, freshly brewed coffee, burnt out candlelights, open windows, summer breeze, dancing sunlight, a bright smile, a warm hug, a gentle “Hello…”
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MY MILK TOOF →
When I was young, I placed my baby teeth under my pillow and when i woke up I’d find a shiny new quarter. But whatever happened to those little teeth? Where did they go? Would I ever see them again? Many years later, a little tooth was standing at my door. It looked familiar. Its name was ickle. Welcome home, my milk toof!
—Inhae
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Dear _______,
i adore…
sunshine, clouds, clear skies, sunflowers, Polaroid pictures, old cameras, sand in my toes, ribbons, wind in my hair, plaid dresses, afternoon tea, hazelnut coffee, coffee beans, beach houses, ocean waves, sugar cubes, delicate teacups, teddy bears, typewriters, love letters, envelopes, fountain pens, lace, yellow daisies, smell of new books, smell of old books, libraries,...
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“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible!’”
– Audrey Hepburn
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