February 2012
40 posts
“I’m a storyteller. I’ll work to make you believe me. Throw in some real stuff,...”
– Dorothy Allison, Two or Three Things I Know For Sure (via militantmaudlinist)
aminatou:
Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know”...
“I cannot tell you the extraordinary sense of leisure that we two seemed to have at that moment. It wasn’t as if we were waiting for a train, it wasn’t as if we were waiting for a meal—it was just that there was nothing to wait for. Nothing.”
Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier
“There is always something vulgar about a triangle. Even in the most elevated circumstances, the struggle is one of consumption, of “having” or “getting” something that is not so to speak, on the free market. The victors are degraded by slyness, corruption, and greediness; the loser by weakness and humiliation. Heartlessness, ignobility, and ambition are the essence....
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Maybe I like the rollercoster
“I was looking for guidance, and I seemed capable only of procuring first aid.”
– Emily Cooke Dashed Hopes | Emily Books
“Love is, among many other things, a response to energy, and Griselda’s mind was precise and energetic.”
The Children’s Book, A.S. Byatt
The Roses
One day in summer
when everything
has already been more than enough
the wild beds start
exploding open along the berm
of the sea; day after day
you sit near them; day after day
the honey keeps on coming
in the red cups and the bees
like amber drops roll
into the petals: there is not end,
believe me! to the inventions of summer,
to the happiness your body
is willing to...
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“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.
