December 2011
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one windy afternoon
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sqrt(cos(x))*cos(200 x)+sqrt(abs(x))-0.7)*(4-x*x)^0.01, sqrt(9-x^2), -sqrt(9-x^2) from -4.5 to 4.5
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Whisper Of The Heart
Seiji: I can't believe this! You're actually awake.
Shizuko: This isn't a dream is it?
Seiji: No, I came back from Italy a day early...I wanted to see you as soon as I got home. So I stood outside your window hoping you'd look outside and see me. And suddenly you were standing there. I couldn't believe my eyes. We must be meant for each other, Shizuko.
Shizuko: I still can't believe i'm not dreaming...Who cares? This is a great dream...
Seiji: Shizuko, I've been thinking. I know this might sound really weird to you but could you see us getting married someday? I promise I'll be a professional violin maker and you can be a professional writer.
Shizuko: uh-huh
Seiji: Does this sound corny?
Shizuko: It's a little corny but you're a violin maker not a writer. Come here, it's getting cold.
Seiji: Shizuko, I love you!
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Songs to lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling to
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You can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event....
– 500 Days of Summer
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It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them — the...
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via myquotelibrary)
I don’t want a future, I want a present. To me this appears of greater value....
– Robert Walser, The Tanners (via suzywire)
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“Look at the birds: they do not plant seeds,gather a harvest and put it in barns; yet your Father in heaven takes care of them! Aren’t you worth much more than birds. And why worry about clothes? Look how the wild flowers grow: they do not work or make clothes for themselves. It is God who clothes the wild grass…Won’t he be all the more to clothe you?…So do not start...
This was freedom; to feel what the heart desired with no thought to the opinion...
– The Fifth Mountain by Paulo Coelho (via lostinthesounds)
supertutorgirl:
i’m still longing for answers, for a chance to scream in his face, to possibly make him hurt the way i have been but he’s been gone far too long for that. perhaps the answer had always been in the static silence, in the distance, in his ease in letting me go.
That awkward moment when you try to kick in an... →
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November 2011
21 posts