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This might be an adventure, and I’ve never had one before - outside of books, at least.

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addicted-to-vinyl:

Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hello’s

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Inspiration is a guest that does not willingly visit the lazy.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
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The Fawlt in our Towers
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Titanic (1997)
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Titanic (1997)

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When I first began to read Virginia Woolf’s novels, I felt she wrote like a sculptor. She was able with words to build forms, strip away surfaces, shed representation in a way different from abstraction. […] Her articulation of the mental landscape when the brain turns within is the peak of her genius and her courage. Sometimes chrysalis, some- times only to “wish for death” (Virginia’s diary), she articulates the extremes. No writer gave more of her life force to the exploration of the world beyond the surfaces.
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