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the wilde absurdity theory

it is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

-oscar wilde: lady windermere’s fan-



1 year to go.


this is for those who are patient.

trust me.

-dashboard confessional: remember to breathe-


eating over the office kitchen sink. no sleep again tonight.

a single aim. dedicated.

i want that.


i need that.

-funkdoobiest: dedicated-

give and receive

i wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

-khaled hosseini: the kite runner-

the rush

love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.

-jack london: the call of the wild-


tumblr trawling brought up this equation gem. enjoy.

present answer to a past question

an answer to a question someone once asked me:

I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.
I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women
who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.

there is a quality about women who choose
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in their
gentle hearts.

women who have had too many men
seem to choose the next one
out of revenge rather than with

when you play the field selfishly everything
works against you:
one can’t insist on love or
demand affection.
you’re finally left with whatever
you have been willing to give
which often is:

some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and

if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave them

~charles bukowski: women-