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we have all seized the white perimeter as our own
and reached for a pen if only to show
we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;
we pressed a thought into the wayside,
planted an impression along the verge.
- billy collins
talk to me.
October 7, 2009
June 1, 2009
“ We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
T.S. Eliot
6 months ago
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April 2, 2009
Does Anybody Date Anymore?
8 months ago • 325 notespeterwknox:aimers:walpaper:christinahaberkern says, “A perfectly written article that says everything I want/expect out of dating. A big thanks Molly for the link.”
SO TRUE.
