February 2012
11 posts
“There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine...”
– M.F.K. Fisher (via christmasgorilla)
This does not necessarily refer to your email.
alexbalk:
There needs to be a term to describe the condition where you keep an email unread in your box because you’re not prepared to deal with it yet, but then you start to hate and resent the person who sent it because it is the only unread email in your box and it sits there silently accusing you with its boldedness. Or maybe I am the only sufferer of said disease.
niallmcclelland:
Smashed fluorescent bulbs and spraypaint on canvas, 2012.
January 2012
50 posts
“Jane was not sure how drunk she was, and could not bring herself to stand up, this being the test.”
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“Beer was served in jam-jars, which was an affectation of the highest order, since jam-jars were at that time in shorter supply than glasses and mugs.”
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“Nicholas now saw that the Colonel had understood him to hold ideals, and had connected...
2 tags
Colby cheese + Ritz, a Pacifico from the back of an empty fridge, a hot shower, original formula Chanel Cristalle, t-shirt + sweatshirt stolen from exes.
“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...”
– Margaret Atwood, Cats Eye (via richlikecream/floralavenger)
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...”
– bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via learrningtoloveyoumore)
GPOY
(via adailyriot)
Bare with me. (via ultramaricon)
2 tags
“I’m not drinking for the rest of my life. Until tonight.”
—Pauly D, Jersey Shore
Blueberry Pancakes, tea, rain, television
“Still, there are differences between the three versions. Le Carré makes up in...”
– Michael Wood reviews Tinker, Tailor at the LRB
Postlude By William Carlos Williams
Now that I have cooled to you
Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
Temples soothed by the sun to ruin
That sleep utterly.
Give me hand for the dances,
Ripples at Philae, in and out,
And lips, my Lesbian,
Wall flowers that once were flame.
Your hair is my Carthage
And my arms the bow,
And our...
2 tags
I also cut 400 words.
[1/10/12 10: 05:01 AM] Me: also: Princeton sweater
[1/10/12 10: 05:03 AM] Me: not sweatshirt?
[1/10/12 10: 05:10 AM] Reporter: sweatshirt
[1/10/12 10: 05:19 AM] Reporter: man, you're good.
[1/10/12 10: 05:28 AM] Me: not my first rodeo
'To stop irritation by the assurance that nothing...
Virginia Woolf’s New Year’s resolutions, January 2, 1931
Here are my resolutions for the next 3 months; the next lap of the year.
To have none. Not to be tied.
To be free & kindly with myself, not goading it to parties: to sit rather privately reading in the studio.
To make a good job of The Waves.
To stop irritation by the assurance that nothing is worth...
