musings

Something within her refused to grow. Something endless, eternal. Something bold. Something warrior-like. She looked up at the stars, she could feel, she felt as if she could pluck them one by one and send them spinning into the world, like small beautiful elastic mercurial weapons. Now too, the time is coming.

—Patti Smith’s beautiful tribute to Virginia Woolf, who took her own life on March 28, 1941. (via explore-blog)

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Life is a gentleman’s agreement to grin and paint your face gay so others will feel they are silly to be unhappy, and try to catch the contagion of joy, while inside so many are dying of bitterness and unfulfillment.

—Revisiting the journals of Sylvia Plath, who took her life 50 years ago today. (via explore-blog)

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The secret to mastering your time is to systematically focus on importance and suppress urgency.

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How to master your time. Pair with the psychology of a successful to-do list.

(↬ Swiss Miss)

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I claim I’m not excited with my life any more. So I blame this town, this job, these friends. The truth is it’s myself. And I’m trying to understand myself and pinpoint who I am. When I finally get it figured out, I’ve changed the whole damn plan.

—  Modest Mouse (via closedforprayer)

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