If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.
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Book haul on le blog :]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ni186qZl1qzk66bo1_500.jpg)
Book haul on le blog :]
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A book is a way to shut out the noise of the world. It’s a way to be alone without being totally alone.
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madameyetiwoman: I’ve been looking for a book for a while now, I don’t know the title or the author and maybe you’ve read it or someone who follows you… It’s a book my father was reading when I was a kid (he died years ago so I can’t ask him, and it’s one of the reasons why I really want to find it). It’s a novel about a man who hates littering and people who litter. He kidnaps this one couple’s dog because he catches them littering all the time, and he takes care of the dog but sends them pieces of similar dogs he finds on the highway so that they think he’s torturing their dog… I know it’s a long shot, but have you heard of it?
- It didn’t sound familiar to me. Can anybody help?
Touched by a masterpiece, a person begins to hear in himself that same call of truth which prompted the artist to his creative act. When a link is established between the work and its beholder, the latter experiences a sublime, purging trauma. Within that aura which unites masterpieces and audience, the best sides of our souls are made known, and we long for them to be freed. In those moments we recognise and discover ourselves, the unfathomable depths of our own potential, and the furthest reaches of our emotions.
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(by Lauren Hannah)
Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You
Because this is just what bookstores in England look like. (Taken with instagram)
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