install theme

Favorite album of the moment: Bad Clown Sad Summer 9 by Atmosphere

Listening to that all day long. Uh May Zing.

Goin’ away for a few days, New Mexico. This “blog” will be even quieter for the rest of the month than it has been the past few— but when I get back! Oh, the things I will do to this blog then, just you wait and see! The future is bright!

tinygingermusings:

I need to find me a man* who loves books like I do. 

*[wo]man

tinygingermusings:

I need to find me a man* who loves books like I do. 

*[wo]man

(Source: i-am-the-oracular-spectacular)

« But we’d made him miss his evening of study and I felt very bad about that, till the following night when he suddenly appeared at our little cottage with a pretty girl and came in and told her to take her clothes off, which she did at once. »

- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

(Source: gaws)

I need a totally new format for this blog.

Well maybe not. Anybody know of anything exciting, but in a definitely-not-exciting-at-all sense? Don’t answer that.

Also it’s really cool to see that my follow count keeps climbing while I’m not posting anything. I should keep this going.

It has been a little while since I posted on here. Probably it will be a little while longer. I am trying very hard to be grounded and finish out this stage of my life, vomit, vomit, vomit.

Cool, I haven’t lost any followers yet.

(Source: catholicnun)

GAWS: Werner Herzog's Note To His Cleaning Lady

gaws:

Rosalina. Woman.

You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless. But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its…

narcissusskisses:

Boleslaw Biegas - The Vampire In The Form Of The Dragon, 1917

narcissusskisses:

Boleslaw Biegas - The Vampire In The Form Of The Dragon, 1917

« one must not sleep, but keep alert until the consummation. »

- Albert Camus

« I remember a period in late adolescence when my mind would make itself drunk with images of adventurousness. This is how it will be when I grow up. I shall go there, do this, discover that, love her, and then her and her and her. I shall live as people in novels live and have lived. Which ones I was not sure, only that passion and danger, ecstasy and despair (but then more ecstasy) would be in attendance. However…who said that thing about “the littleness of life that art exaggerates”? There was a moment in my late twenties when I admitted that my adventurousness had long since petered out. I would never do those things adolescence had dreamt about. Instead, I mowed my lawn, I took holidays, I had my life.

But time…how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but we were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time…give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.
»

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Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

(via gaws)

« One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness. »

- Albert Camus, The Rebel (via fromtheinsight)