Of all man’s instruments, the most wondrous, no doubt, is the book. The other instruments are extensions of his body. The microscope, the telescope, are extensions of his sight; the telephone is the extension of his voice; then we have the plow and the sword, extensions of the arm. But the book is something else altogether: the book is an extension of memory and imagination.
- Jorge Luis Borges (via observando)

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teapayne:

My hobbies include trying to close the elevator door before someone else gets on

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All Female X-Men by Harvey Tolibao
Things happen or they don’t happen, that’s all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is just insomnia, an agony because we’ve lost the habit of falling asleep. We don’t know how to let go. We’re like a Jack-in-the-box perched on top of a spring and the more we struggle the harder it is to get back in the box.
- Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn (via myimaginarybrooklyn)

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