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A promise to myself to study better this semester.

September 18, 2014 at 2:50

by Ana Mercedes

September 15, 2014 at 13:03

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

September 12, 2014 at 0:58

by Lulu Lovering

September 12, 2014 at 0:49

by Ada Hamza

September 12, 2014 at 0:49

by Florencia Ferrari Milano

September 12, 2014 at 0:49

by Julia Zhuravskaya

September 12, 2014 at 0:13

I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

September 12, 2014 at 0:13

by Sophie Van der Perre

September 11, 2014 at 23:59

I’m always ironic.
It’s a disability of sorts.

— Ingmar Bergman, From the Life of the Marionettes

September 11, 2014 at 22:25

by Quinten Wyns

September 11, 2014 at 22:15

September 10, 2014 at 20:04

How can I accept a limited definable self, when I feel, in me, all possibilities?

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

September 9, 2014 at 21:04

by Maddie Joyce

September 9, 2014 at 21:03

I need to feel strongly just as desperately as I need to breathe.

— Jean-Dominique Bauby, Le Scaphandre et le Papillon

September 8, 2014 at 23:39