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a mostly goodhearted twentynine year old lady who lives in a land where it's winter half the year. starlings nest in the soffit along the side of my house and mourning doves roost under the roof above of my door stoop. i fall in love all the time.

sometimes i sing.
sometimes i make things.

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i’m at my psychiatrist’s office and somebody upstairs is playing a very difficult piece on piano and they’re making small mistakes but i want to...

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Music makes the people come together

Holy frack! After lamenting over the absence of one of my most valued creative outlets, I am incredibly happy to...

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there's nothing in the constitution that says a dog can't design and regulate a currency system

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DIY Instagram Mini Album (by studiocalico)

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sometimes i name animals i see at the park or on the street and then wonder how they are months later
there is a duck named jimby who i have to...

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Posts tagged "fyodor dostoyevsky"

I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via of-smoke-and-honey)

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There, I’ve written you a love-letter, my God, what have I done! Alyosha, don’t despise me, and if I’ve done something wicked and have hurt you, forgive me. The secret that could ruin my reputation for ever is in your hands.

I will certainly cry today. Au revoir. I simply dread the thought of meeting you.

The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky (via evangelicals)

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They sang the praises of nature, of the sea, of the woods. They liked making songs about one another, and praised each other like children; they were the simplest songs, but they sprang from their hearts and went to one’s heart. And not only in their songs but in all their lives they seemed to do nothing but admire one another. It was like being in love with each other, but an all-embracing, universal feeling.

Fyodor Dostoevsky (via wingsforlashes)

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if you had any idea how lonely i feel!

dostoyevsky, white nights.

Everyone in the world is good, every one of them. The world is a good place. We may be bad, but the world is a good place. We’re bad and good, both bad and good…

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via outofthedarkness)

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… a moment of bliss. why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?

dostoyevsky, white nights.

why does even the best person hold back something from another? why not say directly what we feel if we know that what we entrust won’t be scattered to the winds? as it is, everyone looks much tougher than he really is, as if he felt it’d be an insult to his feeling if he expressed them too readily.

dostoyevsky, white nights.

… those words mean so many things! that sort of love sometimes freezes a heart and makes life seem unbearable.

dostoyevsky, white nights.

when someone is unhappy, his sensitivity is not scattered; it becomes tense and concentrated.

dostoyevsky, white nights.

a dreamer, if you want me to define him, is not a real human being but a sort of intermediary creature. he usually installs himself in some remote corner, shrinking even from the daylight. and once he’s installed in that corner of his, he grows into it like a snail or at least like that curious thing which is at the same time an animal and a house - the tortoise.

dostoyevsky, white nights.