Saturday,
28 January
Tuesday,
24 January
“It’s always night, or we wouldn’t need light”
— Thelonious Monk, Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day
“… since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.”
— John Donne, from “The Funeral” (via proustitute)
Tuesday,
10 January
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

pitchfork:

Listen to “Darkness”, a bluesy new track from Leonard Cohen’s forthcoming album, Old Ideas.

So good. Great return to his style circa late 80s/early 90s. Look forward to more.

Monday,
9 January
“You can call me Señorita Finkelstine”
— Ernie decided this will be his new age name
“For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”
— e. e. cummings, from “maggie and milly and molly and may” (via proustitute)
Friday,
6 January
“But though one may keep the wolves from one’s door, they still howl out there in the darkness.”
— The French Lieutenant’s Woman, p.29
“What’s done, is what remains! Ah, blessed they Who leave completed tasks of love to stay And answer mutely for them, being dead, Life was not purposeless, though Life be fled.”
— Mrs. Norton, The Lady of La Garaye (1863)
Sick and cannot become well I need a good ceremony. “The word he chose to express ‘fragile’ was filled with the intricacies of a continuing process, and with a strength inherent in spider webs woven across paths through sand hills where early in the morning the sun becomes entangled in each filament of web. It took a long time to explain the fragility and intricacy because no word exists alone, and the reason for choosing each word had to be explained with a story about why it must be said this certain way. That was the responsibility that went with being human, old Ku’oosh said, the story behind each word must be told so there could be no mistake in the meaning of what had been said; and this demanded great patience and love.”

Sick and cannot become well I need a good ceremony. “The word he chose to express ‘fragile’ was filled with the intricacies of a continuing process, and with a strength inherent in spider webs woven across paths through sand hills where early in the morning the sun becomes entangled in each filament of web. It took a long time to explain the fragility and intricacy because no word exists alone, and the reason for choosing each word had to be explained with a story about why it must be said this certain way. That was the responsibility that went with being human, old Ku’oosh said, the story behind each word must be told so there could be no mistake in the meaning of what had been said; and this demanded great patience and love.”

Friday,
23 December
You go Glen Coco…

You go Glen Coco…

(Source: unpopularopinionrickperry, via youmakethesunfry)

Tuesday,
20 December
Thursday,
8 December
Swoon.

Swoon.

(Source: iamgonnakillbill)

Sunday,
4 December
ladyofgondor:

peregrint:

HOW IS HE EVEN REAL.
IAN. LET ME LOVE YOU.

Sir Ian McKellen. Serena McKellen. (Say those names aloud one after the other.) Genius. 

ladyofgondor:

peregrint:

HOW IS HE EVEN REAL.

IAN. LET ME LOVE YOU.

Sir Ian McKellen. Serena McKellen. (Say those names aloud one after the other.) Genius. 

(Source: withanaxe, via youmakethesunfry)

Thursday,
1 December
“It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.

To think, this year I will grow
into a body you never will

have touched.”
Saturday,
26 November
“The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.”
— Anne Sexton, from “Welcome Morning” (via the-final-sentence)