January 2011
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I used to be afraid to take walks during sleepless nights. I guess it was the pitch blackness outside coupled with the fear of the worst happening. But I guess I’ve realized that these walks are really quite enjoyable, the darkness and silence actually soothing. And I suppose I can say that I’ve conquered this fear.
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I’m not trying to imply I can keep up this silent, isolated facade all the time. Sometimes the wall I’ve erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn’t happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what’s going on, there I am—naked and defenseless and totally confused. At times like that I always feel an omen calling out to me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water.
— Kafka on the...
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In that room deserted by the person whose perfumes were still floating in the air, I found myself disconcerted at the possibility of me talking to myself. I caught myself in a whispered dialogue. I went back to bed and, staring at the ceiling, summoned up my last years, seeing them pass, autumn to Easter, blizzard to sticky asphalt, without time to live them, knowing by the signs in a restaurant...
Anonymous asked: is your name a reference to the shins?
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Well, it’s one of those nights. The kind I can’t stand. I’ll go make some coffee, read, listen to depressing music, wallow in this random bout of melancholy, take a walk to the park, smoke my last cigarettes, and wonder why and how something so minuscule could reverse my mood so dramatically.
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When people from school follow you on Tumblr:
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yahurd asked: your playlists (and your blog of course) are so quality. i spent my day listening to all of them. You have a really good taste in music
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