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Spiros or Σπύρος.Greek.I like books and coffee , macs and naps. My favourite fruit is the banana.
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Harvey Milk
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Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.
— Pearl Cleage (via lovemagicandrevolution)(via paty-shoo)
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Oftentimes I say to myself, “Thou alone art wretched: all
other mortals are happy, none are distressed like thee!” Then I read a passage in an ancient poet, and I seem to understand my own heart. I have so much to endure! Have men before me ever been so wretched?— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (via depressionparty) -
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Hello
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There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that kind of the point?
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98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well known fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.
there’s still good in this world
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When those mornings came, stiff with rain
I thought the sun would never shine again
With the sleeves of my old raincoat stained
With the salt of my own tears(Source: Guardian)
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Wilde said If you want to be a grocer or a general or a politcian or a judge, you will invariably become it. That is your punishment. If you never know what you want to be, if you live what some might call the dynamic life but I will call the artisitic life — if each day you are unsure of who you are and what you know — you will never become anything and that is your reward.
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morning night and noon
the traffic moves through
and the murder and treachery
of friends and lovers
and all the people
move through you.pain is the joy of knowing
the unkindest truth
that arrives without
warning.life is being alone
death is being alone.even the fools weep
morning night and noon.
— Charles Bukowski, Brainless Eyes (via depressionparty)(Source: misplacedblues, via depressionparty)
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I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go deep down, to fall into people, to really know them.
— Sylvia Plath (via hellanne)(via inabarunderthesea)
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Be the light that guides me up and through the fog.
You’re all I know.
