Binding with Briars My Joys & Desires: A garden of bourgeois pseudo-intellectual musings. A blog of intelligent beauty.

By: An annoyingly curious graduate student in the humanities.

"And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires."

- William Blake

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"A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say."
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"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

Sylvia Plath  (via sincerely-elenaa)

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"I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it."

A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.
(via thishaskilledme)

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"There’ll be turbulence. You’ll drop
your book to hold your
water bottle steady. Your
mind, mind has mountains, cliffs of fall
may who ne’er hung there let him
watch the movie. The plane’s
supposed to shudder, shoulder on
like this. It’s built to do that. You’re
designed to tremble too. Else break
Higher you climb, trouble in mind
lungs labor, heights hurl vistas
Oxygen hangs ready
overhead. In the event put on
the child’s mask first. Breathe normally"

Adrienne Rich, “Turbulence,” Tonight No Poetry Will Serve (via days-of-reading)

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