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#FlashFiction

I’m a photographer going through old prints. You’re a talent of intimate candids from 2009. He’s a collector; $750 negotiated. You’re an offended claimant with an injunction that prohibits publication. He’s a serious deal. I’m a sentimental and penniless artist.

[3/02/2017]

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The world undermines the word “normal”. As to one is congestion among bustling roads and polluted skies, while to another is the sway of sodium breeze and waving sails.

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Silence is not always the absence of sound. Sometimes it is simply a little corner and plenty of mind isolation.

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Never tell me that women haven't got a conscience. It's their most ticklish point, except a dozen others.

Joyce Cary in "The Horse's Mouth" [In Books I've Read #2.3]

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It saves a lot of trouble between friends to swear that life is good. It leaves more time to live.

Joyce Cary in “The Horse’s Mouth”

[In Books I’ve Read #2.2]

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Boys and girls fall in love, that is, they are driven mad and go blind and deaf and see each other not as human animals with comic noses and bandy legs and voices like frogs, but as angels so full of shining goodness that like hollow turnips with candles put into them, they seem miracles of beauty. And the next minute the candles shoot out sparkles and burn their eyes. And they will drive each other mad unless they have grown some imagination. Even enough to laugh.

Joyce Cary in “The Horse’s Mouth”

[In Books I’ve Read #2.1]

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Brain, rain. Brain, rain. Very disconnected individuals at the first glance.

T. L.  [30/10/2016]

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Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you.

Lev Grossman, The Magicians (via wordsnquotes)

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Accept, Because It Is.

Growing up, you start to take note of the many people compatible to you. Yet, you also start to accept the many people you’ll have to let get away. 

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Should a writer know her writing style? Or is the confusion of a writer’s identity a beauty in itself?

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Some people are just too nice. Too nice they don't leave your thoughts and dreams.

T.L.

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[Think Tank Tinkering: 2/09/2016]

Campus air smells like terasi today. Perhaps it carries remains of authenticity from a near by asian stall. Isn’t it strange how such stench could be reminiscing to one and oblivious to another? My mind integrates scents to tickle cuisines. Yet the man, only 40 feet ahead, might mute out all traces of senses and rely solemnly to visuals–scrutinizing potential proof between the death of winter to the swirl of spring.

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Meanwhile...

We dream. Between useless speeches and restless naps. We dream. Alongside disturbing gazes and thoughtful stares. We dream. After churning stories and pleasant haunts. We dream. During perpetual disasters and enraging realities. Oh pardon me, but do we? Dream? Do we? Or do we hope? Wish? Yearn? Envy? Do our thoughts entitle to a term of such royalty? Do we dare to introduce them to a beauty evidently beyond reach? [11/10/2016]

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And I gave her another hug. For she had got round me so far that I was on the jump, and ready to carry her off that minute. … “Don’t you mind, Sara. Go on being Sara. Let yourself go. Act how you feel, and if they laugh, who cares. Why, they laugh at me. And I laugh back. That’s one advantage of turning into a damned old scarecrow. Drink up, old girl, and we’ll laugh at ‘em together.”

Joyce Cary in The Horse’s Mouth

[In books I’ve Read #2]

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I lied to myself, and I believed it. I am both the villain and the victim, because I’m not brave enough to be the hero.

waferqueen  (via wordsnquotes)

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There is a difference between someone who has a fire behind their eyes and someone, who is on fire.

sweatersandlazydays (via wordsnquotes)

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There is a certain limitation in which man can understand, and a greater limitation of wanting to comprehend. They may ask for answers, but deny clarification.

T.L. (22/08/16)