January 15, 2012 • 5 notes
There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it.
Annie Proulx, Brokeback Mountain 
October 21, 2011 • 1 note
And as far as coincidence is concerned, it’s never a question of believing in it or not. The whole world is a coincidence. I had a friend who told me I was wrong to think that way. My friend said the world isn’t a coincidence for someone traveling by rail, even if the train should cross foreign lands, places the traveler will never see again in his life. And it isn’t a coincidence for the person who gets up at six in the morning, exhausted, to go to work; for the person who has no choice but to get up and pile more suffering on the suffering he’s already accumulated. Suffering is accumulated, said my friend, that’s a fact, and the greater the suffering, the smaller the coincidence.
Roberto Bolano, 2666
August 22, 2011 • 3 notes • lukescommonplacebook

None of us are old enough for this one, and how desperately unfair to throw it into our children’s laps. Suddenly, it forces our children to have laps, when they should only be sitting in the laps of others. They are now tiny little adults faced with the worst part of adulthood: the recognition of impermanence.

We want our children to learn this lesson through nature, through metamorphosis and through butterflies. That caterpillar is gone now, and it’s something more beautiful: a butterfly. Robert Frost says “Nothing Gold Can Stay”; this we can handle.

Ellen Ferguson (via lukescommonplacebook)
August 16, 2011
I don’t translate my own convenience into other people’s duties.
George Eliot, Middlemarch
August 16, 2011
Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.
George Eliot, Middlemarch 
August 11, 2011 • 1 note
” ‘I have brought a little petitioner,’ he said, ‘or rather, I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered.’ He showed the white object under his arm, which was a tiny Maltese puppy, one of nature’s most naive toys.”  -George Eliot, Middlemarch 

” ‘I have brought a little petitioner,’ he said, ‘or rather, I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered.’ He showed the white object under his arm, which was a tiny Maltese puppy, one of nature’s most naive toys.” 

-George Eliot, Middlemarch 

May 8, 2011 • 3 notes • graceauden
I have a sweet husband and a cute daughter. graceauden: mother’s day

I have a sweet husband and a cute daughter.

graceauden:

mother’s day

May 4, 2011 • 1 note • graceauden

graceauden:

Portland Japanese Garden day

April 4, 2011 • nplusonemag.com
You really want to know what it is about 20-somethings? It’s this: we live longer now. But we also live less. It sounds hyperbolic, it sounds morbid, it sounds dramatic, but in choosing the internet I am choosing not to be a certain sort of alive. Days seem over before they even begin, and I have nothing to show for myself other than the anxious feeling that I now know just enough to engage in conversations I don’t care about.
n 1: Sad as Hell
April 4, 2011

Rewrite

I’ve been working on my rewrite, that’s right
I’m gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I’m spending
It’s just for working on my rewrite
Gonna turn it into cash


I’ve been working at the carwash
I consider it my day job
Cause it’s really not a pay job
But that’s where I am
Everybody says the old guy working at the carwash
Hasn’t got a brain cell left since Vietnam


But I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I’d no idea
That you were there
When I said help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer


I’m working on my rewrite, that’s right
I’m gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I’m spending
Is just for working on my rewrite, that’s right
I’m gonna turn it into cash


I’ll eliminate the pages
Where the father has a breakdown
And he has to leave the family
But he really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase
And a race across the rooftops
When the father saves the children
And he holds them in his arms


And I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I’d no idea
That you were there
When I said, help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer

—Paul Simon