"I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?"
- Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

I'm Philippa, 24, and I'm from London.

~ Tuesday, February 25 ~
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I stumbled across this sculpture of Katherine Mansfield today in Wellington. It is almost entirely covered by her words, and is one of the best things I’ve ever seen.

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~ Friday, February 14 ~
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I am in lovely New Zealand now and unfortunately my Internet service is not as good as it was in Australia. This is me hugging a kauri tree.

I am in lovely New Zealand now and unfortunately my Internet service is not as good as it was in Australia. This is me hugging a kauri tree.

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~ Wednesday, January 15 ~
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Banned books display, National Archive of Australia

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~ Monday, January 13 ~
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austinkleon:

xkcd. Filed under: photography

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~ Thursday, January 9 ~
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Love is worth death. Love is worth life. My search for you, your search for me, goes beyond life and death into one long call in the wilderness. I do not know if what I hear is an answer or an echo. Perhaps I will hear nothing. It doesn’t matter. The journey must be made.
— Jeanette Winterson, The Powerbook
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~ Wednesday, January 8 ~
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Love never counts the cost, to itself and others, and nothing is as cruel as love. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet.
— Jeanette Winterson, The Powerbook
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~ Tuesday, January 7 ~
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the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is too easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.
— Jeanette Winterson, The Powerbook
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~ Monday, January 6 ~
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The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That’s the size of it, the immensity of it. It’s not proper, it’s not clean, it’s not containable.
— Jeanette Winterson, The Powerbook
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~ Sunday, January 5 ~
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I arrived in Australia 10 months to the day after my mum died. I took this photo of the sunrise from mainland Australia’s most easterly point in Byron Bay on the 23rd of October, 2013, the first anniversary of her death. It was a special way to acknowledge the date, and her life.

I arrived in Australia 10 months to the day after my mum died. I took this photo of the sunrise from mainland Australia’s most easterly point in Byron Bay on the 23rd of October, 2013, the first anniversary of her death. It was a special way to acknowledge the date, and her life.

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It’s been a while since I’ve used Tumblr the way I wanted to because of lots of things that have been going on with my life, and it has become very impersonal. I apologise for that. I’m going to write a few things about what’s been happening lately, and maybe do an in depth book quiz or something to get it back on track, because I miss it!

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