March 2012
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“What you cannot see in the painting is the way she holds
her love in her pocket...”
things that people i know have actually said in...
Yet still, if we pardon the lack of unified theories on either side, a combined notion of ‘self’ would be a satisfying, though unfalsifiable proposition.
Make yourself known to all bears of Alaska by having bells on or something like this.
When do movies decide not to play anymore?
For it is far more stirring to my blood to endure the coldness of distance, especially when I can see...
“Voices. Voices. Listen, my heart, as only saints have listened…”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via proustitute)
February 2012
“Angels (they say) don’t know whether it is the living they are moving among, or...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies (via septembrist)
Watchmore than halfway yay
this mix is helping
got a paper due tomorrow at 3…i haven’t begun it…
my first all nighter woo
i’m excited
got ma tea
got ma tumblr
let’s get down to business to defeat the huns
“one of these days you’re gonna rise up singing”
for eating disorder awareness week…
been thinking about how all the pictures of pretty gals i reblog are skinny, white, stylized…how my archives can inadvertently trigger me sometimes, let alone somebody else…
why am i so drawn to these images? there is a whole spectrum of beauty and body size and shape and i keep reblogging only a tiny bit of the color wheel as it were…
...
“contiguous, adj.
I felt silly for even mentioning it, but once I did, I knew I...”
– The Lover’s Dictionary, David Levithan (via clavicola)
“You are always ticking inside of me and I dream of you more often than I don’t....”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via scssrs)
untitled love song: ain't safe for work, nope. →
aeromachia:
beatonna:
Last night I was emailed some porn that someone drew of me because I said a thing on the internet that they disagreed with. Because, there you go, ‘justice.’ When stuff like that comes your way you don’t usually say anything because who gives a fuck, but oh well,…
Fuck Me Like Fried Potatoes - Richard Brautigan
petervidani:
Fuck me like fried potatoes on the most beautifully hungry morning of my God-damn life.
(via scout)
Wintering
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.
I have whirled the midwife’s extractor,
I have my honey,
Six jars of it,
Six cat’s eyes in the wine cellar,
Wintering in a dark without window
At the heart of the house
Next to the last tenant’s rancid jam
and the bottles of empty glitters ——
Sir So-and-so’s gin.
This is the room I have never been in
This is the...
