May 2013
Coughing cutie on library floor 3
likesomebardian:
We’ve admired you from afar for hours on end. As if our noisy douchebaggery wasn’t distracting enough, your periodic coughs were endearing and commandeering our thoughts. We haven’t been able to tell if you were extremely annoyed with us or if you were just actually sick. But dayum.
Good luck with your finals. We hope the fact that we were dickheads didn’t lead to your...
Falling
fast
Falling too fast
Falling too hard
falling
fall
ing
All I can do
is shoegaze
and smoke
lean out a window
over the open ocean
get lost staring into waves
imagine the water
swirling
up and around
all over
tumbling feet over head over foot over face
falling…
Would You Want to Be Friends With Humbert...
newyorker:
Our Page-Turner blog asked a group of novelists how often the question of likeability has been posed about their characters: http://nyr.kr/16CpZCS
Illustration by Roman Muradov
I just noticed that I haven’t written in my journal in a while. And then I realized that I really only write in my journal when times are scary and confusing, or as a post-mortem. Hmm.
It’s about moments in life that are great but don’t last. They don’t go on, but...
– Sofia Coppola on Lost In Translation
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Better your face be red than your fingers.
Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s...
– Christopher Logue (via theparisreview)
F. Scott Fitzgerald (shown in Brooks tweed) once warned his daughter at Vassar,...
– Richard Press (via putthison)
Ruined by Internet
nevver:
French new wave
Circles on images
Squares on images
Words on canvas
Words in neon
Smoke/explosions
Bob Dylan circa 1965
Hair in face
Models
Whiteness
Visual puns involving pubic hair
— Magnificent Ruin
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“Your great skill, perhaps your calling, maybe even your downfall, is asking questions.”
I love you, Gilles Peress.
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Oh sleepy head
Curled up beside me
Legs intertwined A Moveable Feast spread open
On the floor
Forever stuck on the page before it ends
Your murmers
Of joy
Of comfort
Of want
When my fingers trace along that
Impossibly short
Perfectly tight
Just barely there dress
Sitting above thigh high stockings
Over all those graceful
Lustful
Touch-needing
Curves
And that mind
So great...