Verum in libris

我的名字是 Viet.
Triton&Dartmouth.
Abre tu mente antes de abrir su boca.
Glossophilia.
Abolishing the set binary.

Facebook person

Each time you happen to me all over again.

— Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence (via bookmania)

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Rose Swan's Party House: Beautiful Words <3

Vignette: a sketch, brief literary or visual event, description, tableau

Ethereal: heavenly, airy in substance, spectral, insubstantial and light

Loquacious: characterized by talking, talking freely or too much, excessively talkative

Salient: prominent or conspicuous, most important

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If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms—if you find yourself at a loss for what do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body—it’s because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what’s inside and what’s outside, was so much less. It’s not that we’ve forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up: all artifacts of ancient gestures. Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together. And at night, when it’s too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each other’s bodies to make ourselves understood.

— The History of Love by Nicole Krauss (via st-rita)

POSTED 3 days ago

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kangaruthie:

(by savvysmilinginlove)

(by savvysmilinginlove)

POSTED 3 days ago

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I tell myself I don’t care anymore. But the timing was impeccable. And I still cannot fathom the undeniably mesmerizing presence you have over me. It makes me question the validity of the words in my heads. And I hope you find an accepting resolution to your personal revelation. Perhaps one day it’ll work out for the both of us whether separately or together. For now, our paths will diverge. There’s an internal war instigating. The logic of my head versus the veracity of my heart. Don’t know what the hell it is, it’s not love though I guess you can say it’s magnetism: the word for our arbitrary yet unforgettable encounters. Truth be told, I’m fine. Really, I am. But this is not me typing.

POSTED 5 days ago

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Tag(s): #personal

the truth.

(via simpleoutbreak)

POSTED 6 days ago

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READY FOR WAR - 50 CENT

POSTED 1 week ago

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism.

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via aequinoctium)

(Source: misswallflower, via aequinoctium)

POSTED 1 week ago

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How long will you demand I love you?

I’m through, I won’t make
any more flowers for you

I judge you as the trees do
by dying

— Power Politics by Margaret Atwood (via aequinoctium)

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What writing itself, in its nonphonetic moment, betrays, is life. It menaces at once the breath, the spirit, and history as the spirit’s relationship with itself. It is their end, their finitude, their paralysis.

— Jacques Derrida (via sophiestrand)

POSTED 1 week ago

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pastelskullz:

Watashi no mokuteki wa nan desu ka?

Watashi no mokuteki wa nan desu ka?

POSTED 1 week ago

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Stats and Goals

Udena-Luckee Weerasekera

Legs: 24.5’

Arms: 15.5’

Chest: 40.0’

Goals

Power Clean: 225

Squat: 350

Deadlift: 410

Bench: 225

Olympic: 150

Anthony Millican

Legs: 20.0’

Arms: 13.25’

Chest: 37.75’

Goals

Squat: 280

Deadlift: 180

Bench: 185

Myself

Legs: 17.0’

Arms: 10.5’

Chest: 31.5’

Goals:

Power Clean: 100 +

Squat: 100 +

Deadlift: 200+

Bench: 100+

POSTED 1 week ago

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Tag(s): #personal #Roommate is a PIKE guy and my new personal trainer

Imagine a baby walking while drunk on Jack Daniel’s

— Luckee

POSTED 1 week ago

Tag(s): #my roommate describing his drunk friend

I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin – everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone – and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?

— Margaret Atwood (via troubled)

POSTED 1 week ago

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Retrouvailles (French)

nootherwordstosay:

The joy experienced after meeting again after being a long time apart.

POSTED 1 week ago

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