January 2009
Harden My Heart by The Battle of Land and Sea
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“I’ll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be...”
– Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, 1958
“You are the kind of person who buys exotic fruits
leaves them out on the...”
– Craig Arnold (via galaxies) (via catfaces)
“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up...”
– Sylvia Plath (via whitepeacocks)
“The tigers have found me and I don’t care.”
– Charles Bukowski
“I hope you will be worth what I give up.”
– (via britches) (via allthiscanbeyours) (via robot-heart) (via somethingmeaningful) (via finallyseeing) (via bon-bon)
“After many lives, maybe something changes.
I think in the end what you want...”
– from “Thrush,” by Louise Gluck
Once in Auxonne
The post office at Auxonne is small and the postmistress has blue eyes. I have been there only twice. The first time was to send you a parcel; as the postmistress weighed it on the scale, I imagined your hands opening it.
“Four kilos, three hundred grams.”
In a parcel, wrapped by hand, there is a message weighing nothing: the receiver’s fingers may unknot the string which the sender’s tied. In...
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News, Gadgets & Tech/ The Independent
“If all goes to plan, the Polaroid factory in Enschede, Amsterdam, will soon be making film again thanks to its new owner, an eccentric Austrian artist and businessman named Florian Kaps. Mr Kaps, 39, has dedicated the past five years to instant photography. He set up Polanoid.net, the biggest Polaroid gallery...
“I intended to survive. Just to spite them.”
– Eugenia Ginsburg
“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche : candiedjamz :hotg0ssip : hahanotfunny (via lalanii) (via breathsoftruth) (via bon-bon)
“You do anything long enough to escape the habit of living until the escape...”
– David Ryan (via 8tania) (via isthisblood)
“There were always more veils underneath. They would have to tear them away like...”
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander
