20 HOURS
ASK
Jan 27, 2012
4:17pm
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Jan 27, 2012
2:59pm
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Jan 27, 2012
12:51am
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Jan 27, 2012
12:24am
“
What is real?” asked the Rabbit one day.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. ” -
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. ” -
( The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams Bianco )
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Jan 26, 2012
10:23pm
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Jan 26, 2012
10:20pm
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Jan 26, 2012
3:54pm
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Jan 26, 2012
3:42pm
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Jan 26, 2012
1:38pm
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Jan 25, 2012
7:39pm
André Breton, René Hilsum, Louis Aragon et Paul Eluard
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Jan 25, 2012
6:54pm
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Jan 25, 2012
1:23pm
“
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
”
- Franz Kafka, The Castle (via lueurs)
Jan 25, 2012
12:23pm
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Jan 25, 2012
12:20pm
(Source: weissesrauschen)
Jan 25, 2012
9:48am
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