The documentation of a girl: SMULTRONSTÄLLET

17 June 2013

SMULTRONSTÄLLET

And yet knows so little

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heart all right?

Wild Strawberries by Ingmar Bergman
Caps by me

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quotes from my current friend

Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea; while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore?

Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.

Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of 'em. But that's against my principles. Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth—

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

Moby Dick by Herman Mellville

17 June 2013

SMULTRONSTÄLLET

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