January 2011
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my...”
– Maya Angelou (via amq)
“When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror...”
– The Picture of Dorian Gray (via nomadicstatic)
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“I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached...”
– Moon Palace, Paul Auster
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