February 2012
84 posts
“We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all...”
– Aldous Huxley |||| The Doors of Perception (via floralnymph)
When F. Scott Fitzgerald was 6 years old he had a birthday party to which nobody came. He waited on the porch all afternoon in his freshly pressed suit but nobody showed, so at last he went inside and ate his entire birthday cake, including several candles.
Right now I feel like a possum that’s been forced to wear a tie. A strange feeling this is. Anyway, listening to R sing Backstreet Boys songs in a country accent is making my day just a little brighter.
man my computer is like fucked so i haven’t been posting anything. it won’t let me log into my computer and it says “windows is configuring computer. don’t turn off your computer” and yeah it stays like that forever and never lets me log in so! yeah
gentle-insomnia:
imagine making out with alex turner
but like imagine
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“Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator....”
– Vladimir Nabokov
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I’m here shamelessly appreciating my idiocy when it comes to the views of DuBois and Booker T. Washington because I’m too busy looking at pictures of Michael Cera with a mustache. God created this human being in such a way that has made me go insane. Why though? What did I do to deserve this monstrosity of a misery? Hmph.
“Let’s go swimming in the womb of nothingness, where our conversations can fit together like dove-tailed joints without coming to a stressful end. Let’s go do nothing! Scattering our words like placidly sprinkling water! Indifferent as pure essence!”
— Chuang Tzu
“The way you’re singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don’t know But I’m noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don’t know But I’m noticing”
— David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist
“I listen to Tchaikovsky and cry
Pour myself a glass of red wine
I was...”
– Tchaikovsky & Solitude, Miniature Tigers
Last night when I got home I decided to walk to the vast field outside by my house. It was a crispy 11:30 and I decided to just lay down for a bit and enjoy the lulling noises of the night. Never in my life had I felt so reposed and replenished with happiness.
& on Saturday I ate honey mustard that tasted like barbie dolls.
“Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous,...”
– Yann Martel, Life of Pi
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorry I made you unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it because I have to be free. Perhaps everything would have been different if you had stayed at the table or asked me to go out with you to look at the moon, instead of getting up and leaving me alone with her.”
— “The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together...
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Feist — Get It Wrong, Get it Right
“Conversation between a princess and an outlaw:
“If I stand for fairy-tale...”
– Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker
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knockturn:
I feel like I’m a different species from everyone else. Like everyone is made of skin and bones while I’m made of paper.
“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a...”
– Hermann Hesse
