February 2012
idonthatemyself:
It’s a marvel to watch your life unravel.
Each small, pearly strand of measurability escapes its fastenings with a giddy snap. And the walls that hold the outsides out slowly ebb away as though they were the weakest material of all.
Believe me when I say they were.
Their only real function was to contain what sanity you possessed. But there’s something freeing about standing...
“I can’t help but wonder if there’s some moon inside me, spinning and shifting...”
– Everything I’m Cracked Up to Be, Jen Trynin (via fleurishes)
“There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when...”
– Paul Virilio (via lastchatwithphontaine)
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“She is older than the rocks among which she sits;
Like the Vampire,
She has...”
– Walter Pater, Mona Lisa
via todf (via frenchtwist)
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“Under ledge, under tar, under fill
under curved blue stone of doorsteps,
under...”
– “Thistles” by Louise Erdrich (via growing-orbits)
