February 2011
63 posts
Just hung up the Putin calendar I got yesterday.
I have so much coursework to get done but I don’t feel like doing anything.
It’s been a sad week-end.
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
—Vladmir Nabokov (via yes-oui-si)
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The Path
— Love Metal
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For You | HIM
— Greatest Lovesongs Vol. 666
“In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.”
—Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
