May 2012
24 posts
night
is always the most difficult time. It is as though my mind just wants to haunt itself with memories to avoid rest.
Honestly,
though, I didn’t give a damn, even if I had to die young. The best thing to do with a hypothesis is to let it run any course it pleases. Now, at least, I was expanding my life, and it was wonderful. My hands weren’t empty anymore. Here I was-alive, and I could feel it. It was real. I wasn’t being consumed any longer. Or at least there was a part of me in existence that was not...
“TO THE WINDOW, (to the window), TO THE WALL, (to the wall), TILL A WOMAN CAN OWN...”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s own. (via authorsrappingthings)
authorsrappingthings exists, you guys.
(via krrnrose)
Falling asleep to the rain,
will always be one of my favorite things.
April 2012
20 posts
exhausted & burnt out.
this week will not cure this ailment.
“Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another—physical...”
– Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye (via bemorenice)
“Governor Walker and the Republicans in the state legislature didn’t just repeal...”
– oh FUCK you, walker. you fucking piece of shit. (via verbsnouns)
A Man. A Woman. Just Friends? - NYTimes.com →
March 2012
13 posts
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”
– Pablo Picasso (via itsybitsyann)
Maybe there are no New Men.
Maybe there are only the living and the dead, and all those who are living deserve each other and are equal to each other.
-Miranda July, excerpt from The Shared Patio
