Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Anonymous asked: I love that I can see a picture in my timeline and just know it's one of yours before reading your name. It's like you're a long lost friend I'm keeping in touch with. Knowing that you and your sensibilities are still there is comforting.
You know me well; though your face sits shrouded; we are attuned. It’s comforting to know that I am on your mind all the same.
Maybe it’s the colour of the sun cut flat, and coverin’ the crossroads I’m standing at, maybe it’s the weather, or something like that.
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You will come, you are thinking of me, you will come, you will run to me on your thirteen full legs and on all your empty legs which beat the air with the swaying of your arms, a multitude of arms that will seek to entwine themselves around me kneeling between your legs and your arms to embrace you without fear that my locomotives will keep you from coming to me, and I am yours and I am before you to stop you, to give you all the stars of the sky in a kiss on your eyes all the world’s kisses in a star on your mouth. Yours in a torch.
André Breton and Paul Éluard, Madness: An Attempt to Simulate General Paralysis from L’Immaculee Conception, 1930 (via frenchtwist)
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