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toute le monde sent trop précieux aujourd’hui
Made a little poster out of today’s sketchbook entry.. hit me up if you want the playlist of sad oldies music that went with it lol
Lizzie McGuire | Between a Rock and a Bra Place.
A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart. The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skillful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well—this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection, and of sociality as a whole.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed (via kitduckworth)
at the risk of sounding unbearably american the coke freestyle machine is one of the best inventions of this century
i was at a Wendys and one of these things didn’t have the vanilla option available and I said “I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling the floors of silent seas” to the stranger next to me
Anne Carson from The Beauty of the Husband
louise bourgeois
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win my heart when all you’ve got is change in your pocket, off to the butcher now it’s wrapped in brown paper
yellow, you thwart me! you remind me how i must live in order to be
The Night of the Iguana (1964) dir by John Huston
You pour unrecompensed.
Philip Larkin, from Collected Poems; “Solar,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
the more i feel the blues the more my clam shell heart opens.,so quit pussy footing around..caress it in your palm and it will tell yr fortune