Hollow-Point Heels

"Dead is dead, we know where to file another person's extinction, but the artist has purposely zoomed in on the living, or, to be more accurate, the forced-to-be-living and the soon-to-be-dead." - Super Sad True Love Story Gary Shteyngart "Presently I hear a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief-- oh, no!-- it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well." - The Tell-Tale Heart Edgar Allan Poe

[fluoradolescents]

“People have interpretations of what you’re

supposed to be like. If you’re unattractive

and overweight, you must have a great

personality. If you’re attractive, then you

must not be the nicest person. People are

always taken aback that I’m easygoing but

not necessarily stupid.”

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now I haven’t had sleep so I don’t know if this sounds cool or not

either way I’m posting it because I think it’s as close to finished as I’ll get it

Lana Del Rey/Kanye West - Million Dollar Gold Digger

[inacognito-deactivated20130918]

bruh

[dekutree]

bruh

[jeszing-deactivated20130302]

the only thing that matters in my music tag

[curiouslychanging]

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

John Keats (via mirroir)

[santiago-underground]

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[blareink]

The surest way to work up a crusade in favor of some good cause is to promise people they will have a chance of maltreating someone. To be able to destroy with good conscience, to be able to behave badly and call your bad behavior “righteous indignation” — this is the height of psychological luxury, the most delicious of moral treats.

Aldous Huxley (via hollowpublishing)

[natashagatward]

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."

A Brave New World (via natashagatward)

[666onmymind]

I saw that there were at least two truths in my life. The truth of my existence, and the truth of my demise.

Gary Shteyngart (via aheavy-heart)

[judyth]

Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

Aldous Huxley (via judyth)

[quillkirkland]

Reading is difficult. People just aren’t meant to read anymore. We’re in a post-literate age. You know, a visual age. How many years after the fall of Rome did it take for a Dante to appear? Many, many years.

- Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story (via quillkirkland)

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How we’re smart enough to make these millions, strong enough to bear the children…then get back to business (x)

[wheretheunsaidgoes]

"You no longer recognize warmth as you shiver from a chill insensible to others.

You no longer recall how it is to bloom as your pieces fall the way auburn leaves are forsaken from its branches.

It is the constant winter in your heart that made summer a stranger to you.

It is the constant autumn in your heart that made spring a stranger to you.”

-numb, the-disturbed-writer

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How we’re smart enough to make these millions, strong enough to bear the children…then get back to business (x)

[mothwood]

i perform my own underworld i nourish my own void-

it is the precious stranger daughter, an ulfire star the clotted space where light falls and rots between meaning and the Outlier

a skinned-knee is what i did with a flower of cutlery and the loudest silence of mother

sunlight dribbles down a dirty window in clumpy ribbons of honey- congeals in the glass-scratch

nothing here attaches to me- brown daylight stasis, a faith blossom in this fictional death. -steffi lang

[lizletsgo]

and when your spine burns black in the middle of the night, tell me, little ember, whose touch will tame it? and whose will set you alight?

head(board)s or (coat)tails

liz (10.7.2014)

[kxlly]

Noah told me there’s a day during the summer when the sun hits the broad avenues at such an angle that you experience the sensation of the whole city being flooded by a melancholy twentieth-century light, even the most prosaic, unloved buildings appearing bright and nuclear at the edge of your vision, and that when this happens you want to both cry for something lost and run out there and welcome the decline of the day. He made it sound like an urban rapture, his aging face taking on a careful glow, as if he was borrowing some of the light of which he spoke… 'I'd love to see that,' I said. 'When does it happen exactly?' 'We missed it,' Noah said. 'It was in late June.' 'Next year then,' I said.

SSTLS, GS (via kxlly)

[quoted-books]

If you stop thinking, if you stop wondering, you die.

Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story (via quoted-books)

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everybody loves me // onerepublic

don’t need my health got my name and got my wealth i stare at the sun just for kicks all by myself i lose track of time so i might be past my prime but i’m feeling oh so good