January 2011
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“But she feared time itself, and read on Lady Bruton’s face, as if it had been a dial cut in impassive stone, the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how little the margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of absorbing, as in the youthful years, the colours, the salts, tones of existence, so that she filled the room she entered, and felt often as...
fadetodust-deactivated20110130 asked: Just want to tell you that you blog will always be my favorite, and you are such a beautiful person. :)
Anonymous asked: What makes you sad?
astrophysician asked: oh, I love everything here, makes me think of ghost-faires and redwoods, or ghost-fairies climbing redwoods.
Sorrow found me when I was young
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savemedear:
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
— John Steinbeck
I’m a confident liar.
I had my head in the oven so you’d know where I’ll be
I’ll try to be more romantic, I want to believe in everything you believe
I was less than amazing. I do not know what all the troubles are for
I fall asleep in your branches, you’re the only thing I ever want anymore.
—The National | Conversation 16
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Slow Show | The National
Looking for somewhere to...
Drifter of Dadaist persuasion, wrapped in sadness, in love with tragedy, The National, Rainer Maria Rilke, black ink, Rilo Kiley, grey skies in the afternoon, creased spines, used books, music chilled in cold rooms, empty parking lots, and the midnight hour.
All my friends call me femmebitch.
“I’d say art is with you. All around you. I’d say when there doesn’t seem to be anyone else,...
