March 2012
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February 2012
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The Dislocated Room
It was night for many miles and then the real stars in the purple sky, like little boats rowed out too far begin to disappear. And there, in the distance, not the promised land, but a Holiday Inn, with bougainvillea growing through the chain link by the pool. The door...
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67 degrees right now in ohio? i’ll take it.
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“El amor de mi hombre
no querrá rotularme y etiquetarme,
me dará aire, espacio,...”
– Gioconda Belli, stanza XI of “Reglas de juego para los hombres que quieran amar a mujeres mujeres” (via informate)
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roommate sarah: i'm talkin' 'bout reverse prostitutes.
btw:
littlepotato:
i am very disappointed in the fact that we are all here fighting every morning and clawing through our days for a job—or a better job, or a degree—when all we really want is to be with the people we love and play with our dogs in the park and eat pizza and talk about books we like and dance around like weirdos and look at the ocean and trees.
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Listen to the new Magnetic Fields album on NPR!! →
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A Myth of Innocence
One summer she goes into the field as usual stopping for a bit at the pool where she often looks at herself, to see if she detects any changes. She sees the same person, the horrible mantle of daughterliness still clinging to her. The sun seems, in the water, very close. That’s my uncle spying again, she thinks— everything in nature is in some way her relative. I am never alone, she...
“And I told you to be patient
and I told you to be fine
and I told you to be...”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”
– Lemony Snicket
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Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.
That was the strange mine of souls. As secret ores of silver they passed like veins through its darkness. Between the roots blood welled, flowing onwards to Mankind, and it looked as hard as Porphyry in the darkness. Otherwise nothing was red. There were cliffs and straggling woods. Bridges over voids, and that great grey blind lake, that hung above its distant floor like a rain-filled sky above...
“Jason Derulo.”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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Literally the Best Thing Ever: Joni Mitchell →
all of my feelings about joni mitchell summed up right here.
