March 2012
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So.
Tomorrow I’m going to Italy and Istria for four days and I’ll be visiting antique and late antique churches and such because I’m an art history student and thus made of awesome.
I’m not really happy about the fact that I probably won’t have a single decent cup of green tea during all that time.
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My roots have grown, but I don’t know where they are.
– The Head and the Heart
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You have no doubt guessed long since that the conquest of time and the escape...
– Herman Hesse
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Please let him come, and give me the resilience and guts to make him respect me,...
– Sylvia Plath
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Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life?...
– Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things...
– Chuck Klosterman (via bardsandsages)
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Poludjela ptica
Kakvi to glasi čuju se u mraku, Nad noćnim poljem, visoko u zraku? Ko li to pjeva? Ah, ništa, sitnica: Jedna u letu poludjela ptica. Nadlijeće sebe i oblake trome, S vjetrom se igra i pjeva o tome. Svu svoju vjeru u krilima noseći, Kuda to leti, što bi htjela dòseći? Nije li vrijeme da gnijezdo vije? Kad bude hladno, da se u njem grije. Ko li te posla pjevati u tminu? Sleti u nižu, u...
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For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
– Carl Sagan (via tripthelightfantastik)
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