February 2010
January 2010
“Stars with masses above the Chandrasekhar limit, on the other hand, have a big...”
– A Brief History of Time
“You must forgive me if I say stupid things. My brain has gone to pieces.”
– A Room with a View (via merricat)
shitgaze:
“It is the sinking of things … the sad bones of my hands descend into a valley of strange rocks.”
shitgaze:
…that black ditch of the river— It is the grave in blossom. It is hell. It is the beginning of winter. It is the old loneliness. It is— and it is the last time.
James Wright
Distance from the War//Carrie Comer
Much like living inside an egg— we see inside our own skulls. The sun points through our holes—just like the video. My bod, see how it burns—red leaves/fireflowers/ tongues in light. Now slow-mo—the body hits dust and the impact cloud rises round it/a charred doll hung from a bridge. Trigger me this— how when my mouth is a bud on the dogwood limb, it cannot sing holy phrases to woman and child...
“When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go...”
– The Catcher in the Rye (via hazelweatherfield)
“I never fall apart because I never fall together.”
– Andy Warhol (via thingsgohazy) (via fakepalindromes)
Going to heaven with hell in my spine.
Going to heaven to claim what was mine.
a girl and an apple. a king and his pleats. dance with the demons. dance with the sea. fall into your under. get under your fall.
-Jaime Gusman, from “Still Life”
