This Dream Place


43 yo guy. Rouen (France)

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“Sous les nuages aveugles, ne chante pas des chants mineurs !”

—   Slogans, Maria Soudaïeva, Ed. de l’Olivier, p. 31

“On n’est quand même pas là pour rigoler.”

—   Fake, Giulio Minghini

“The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.”

—   Virginia Woolf, “Orlando” (via an-intelligible-world)

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“We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.”

—    Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays (via citrusina)

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“I dreamt of falling trees in a wild storm
I was between them as a desolate shore
came to meet me and I ran, scared stiff,
there was a trap door but I could not lift
it, I have started an affair
with your son, on a train somewhere
in a dark tunnel, his hand was underneath
my dress between my thighs I could not breathe
he took me to a white lakeside hotel
somewhere high up, the lake was emerald […]”

—   The withe hotel, D.M. Thomas, Penguin Books, p. 19

“Then I’ll be all around in the dark - I’ll be ever’where—wherever you look. Wherever they’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever they’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there… I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad an’—I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready. An’ when our folk eat the stuff they raise an’ live in the houses they build—why, I’ll be there.”

—   Tom Joad - Grapes of Wrath (via moneymakeonline)