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Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:58:29 -0400

"Nós nascemos, vivemos por um breve instante, e morremos. Sempre assim aconteceu durante imenso..."

Sun, 09 Oct 2011 13:54:49 -0300

“Nós nascemos, vivemos por um breve instante, e morremos. Sempre assim aconteceu durante imenso tempo. A tecnologia não muda muito isso – se é que está mudando”

- Steve Jobs, cocriador da Apple (via todearaujo)

jmak: Thanks, Steve. Posting designs like this one makes me...

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 12:17:51 -0300

jmak:

Thanks, Steve.

Posting designs like this one makes me paranoid, because I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not original. I enjoyed the process regardless, but please let me know if somebody else beat me to the idea!

Thoughts?

Se nao me engano, o primeiro livro que li do Júlio Verne, quando...

Mon, 19 Sep 2011 02:07:58 -0300

Se nao me engano, o primeiro livro que li do Júlio Verne, quando criança. Paixão à primeira vista =]

nerdsnoboteco:

total quero essa versão de ”Viagem ao Centro da Terra” *_*

abookcoveraday:

viagem ao centro da terra (journey to the center of the earth), julio verne: ática.

[designed by carlo giovani]

_this book is yet to be published. it would be awesome if it was one of those pop-up books. (thanks to @leandrojmp for the hint!)

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Fri, 01 Jul 2011 02:42:00 -0300

iaintyourdoll: I want you so badIt’s driving me mad, it’s...

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 00:33:09 -0300

iaintyourdoll:

I want you so bad
It’s driving me mad, it’s driving me mad.

Sauron’s vacation in Chile

Tue, 14 Jun 2011 01:31:20 -0300

Sauron’s vacation in Chile

God Hates Us All: Terry Pratchett and Euthanasia

Tue, 14 Jun 2011 00:46:21 -0300

God Hates Us All: Terry Pratchett and Euthanasia:

:(((((

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jun/12/terry-pratchett-dignitas-suicide-euthanasia

marcorigobelli:

I just read that Terry Pratchett, one of my favorite writers will finally practice euthanasia. He has been suffering from a rare form of Alzheimer’s that clearly impairs his life and work.

I do not have much to say, I decided to write because of him, his Discworld series was one of the most…

seawitchery: gingerbearscare: somethingmorelikeshrapnel: green...

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 04:07:04 -0300

seawitchery:

gingerbearscare:

somethingmorelikeshrapnel:

green-suspenders:

whilethemusiclasts:

ithoughtyouwereaboggart:

My marauder mug!

When you put hot water or milk in it, it turns white with the mischief managed and then that fades away as it cools down.

WHAT?! O.o *want*

Awww, @epubagent needs this for her coffee.

christianteed: I really am.

Mon, 30 May 2011 22:44:51 -0300

christianteed:

I really am.

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Thu, 26 May 2011 19:10:15 -0300

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Sun, 22 May 2011 04:36:06 -0300

"A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and..."

Fri, 06 May 2011 03:26:08 -0300

““A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with words. This man – or this woman – may use a typewriter, profit from the ease of a computer, or write with a pen on paper, as I have done for 30 years. As he writes, he can drink tea or coffee, or smoke cigarettes. From time to time he may rise from his table to look out through the window at the children playing in the street, and, if he is lucky, at trees and a view, or he can gaze out at a black wall. He can write poems, plays, or novels, as I do. All these differences come after the crucial task of sitting down at the table and patiently turning inwards. To write is to turn this inward gaze into words, to study the world into which that person passes when he retires into himself, and to do so with patience, obstinacy, and joy. As I sit at my table, for days, months, years, slowly adding new words to the empty page, I feel as if I am creating a new world, as if I am bringing into being that other person inside me, in the same way someone might build a bridge or a dome, stone by stone. The stones we writers use are words. As we hold them in our hands, sensing the ways in which each of them is connected to the others, looking at them sometimes from afar, sometimes almost caressing them with our fingers and the tips of our pens, weighing them, moving them around, year in and year out, patiently and hopefully, we create new worlds.””

- Orhan Pamuk in his acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize in Literature (via silencemadeofdreams)