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Harriet Russell

“In Dostoevsky’s books everything is human, or rather, the human world is everything, including the ideals, which are turned on their heads: now they can be achieved if you give up, lose your grip, fill yourself with non-will rather than will. Humility and self-effacement, those are the ideals in Dostoevsky’s foremost novels, and inasmuch as they are never realised within the framework of the storyline, therein lies his greatness, because this is precisely a result of his own humility and self-effacement as a writer.”

—   Karl Ove Knausgaard, My Sturggle, Vol. 2 (A Man in Love)

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seanpoubear:

"If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking."

seanpoubear:

"If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking."

(via falling-inlove-with-books)


untitled by allisonsara on Flickr.

untitled by allisonsara on Flickr.

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literary-life:

the books of 2013 by deepsleepdarling on Flickr.

Gif + sheet [1/4] - RIDE

 I used to be an awesome writer, the one that “once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken.” Instead I just repeat the same words, they are not mine, and nether they fit me. I’m in the winter of my life for years, I guess I had gift for that sadness - All the odds were in my favour. But fortune has faded away. And usually I’m happy with my decisions for life, I learned how to live in the candle light, spot light were not for me. Now I have to work for all minutes of being someone. That’s what I’ve got.

Gif + sheet [1/4] - RIDE

 I used to be an awesome writer, the one that “once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken.” Instead I just repeat the same words, they are not mine, and nether they fit me. I’m in the winter of my life for years, I guess I had gift for that sadness - All the odds were in my favour. But fortune has faded away. And usually I’m happy with my decisions for life, I learned how to live in the candle light, spot light were not for me. Now I have to work for all minutes of being someone. That’s what I’ve got.

(via lanafandom)

dogpawsapproved:

White | Black | Nola

This picture makes me dream about beautiful things, It also reminds me a book: Out of the easy by Ruta Sepetys

dogpawsapproved:

White | Black | Nola

This picture makes me dream about beautiful things, It also reminds me a book: Out of the easy by Ruta Sepetys