September 2010
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“Les hommes ont oublié cette vérité, dit le renard. Mais tu ne dois pas...”
– Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince (via whimsicalities)
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“But you know, only boring people get bored. They have to prod themselves...”
– Charles Bukowski (via trascendencia)
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“I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via mandaburn)
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“Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via mandaburn)
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I just spent £20 on a poem →
I did not have the money to be doing this. BUT OHMIGAWD I WANT HER TO PUBLISH THIS BOOK. Go help her raise the funds by buying a poem. You get a POEM. Personally, hand-written by KATIE JANE GARSIDE herself. AND a signed photo. That’s all kind of cool too, no?
[I apologise for the abuse of the CAPS button. I am excited]
not language but a map: Glad you're unlovely →
wherewolves:
Every month, without fail, my hormones do their little circus act and I end up on a ledge, utterly convinced that I’m primed to do myself in, or get nosebleed drunk every day, or quit my job/university/going out in public. It took me a(n unaccountably) long time to figure out what was going on…
YES. Hormones have a fuck of a lot to answer for.
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