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As the Hungarian thinker Tzvetan Todorov writes, ‘Democracy secretes within itself the very forces that threaten it.’ *
“You can't really get to know a person until you get in their shoes and walk around in them.”
― To Kill a Mockingbird
― To Kill a Mockingbird
“You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed.”
― The Hotel New Hampshire
― The Hotel New Hampshire
“It’s never just business. It never will be. If it ever does become just business, that will mean that business is very bad.”
― Shoe Dog
― Shoe Dog
“How to find a good spouse?
-the best single way is to deserve a good spouse.”
― Poor Charlie's Almanack: The Wit and Wisdom of Charles T. Munger
-the best single way is to deserve a good spouse.”
― Poor Charlie's Almanack: The Wit and Wisdom of Charles T. Munger
“6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.
4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.”
― Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.
4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.”
― Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
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