Aww! I was waiting for something to go wrong the whole video, so I'm glad to see another wholesome one. Also, Wings of Fire mention! Nice!
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Aww! I was waiting for something to go wrong the whole video, so I'm glad to see another wholesome one. Also, Wings of Fire mention! Nice!
The Fuck Up. Arthur Neresian. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Tragic, surreal, and identifiable all at once. The East Village is shown in its former gritty glory as our arrogant, self-destructive, and desperate narrator tries to make it from day to day. What really makes this book something to read over and over, is the amazing lines of poetry set against this bleak backdrop. Nersesian has created something beautiful in resignation. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The Truth of Revolution, Brother.
For those still fighting the good fight. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Mesopotamia by Arthur Nersesian. A fast read because you want to keep turning the pages. This has sparked me to reread The Fuck Up, Manhattan Loverboy, Dogrun, Chinese Takeout, Suicide Casanova, Unlubricated, and East Village Tetralogy. Looks like my next binge read will be rereads. ⠀\
I know, I have a problem. You binge watch tv shows. I binge read authors. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Everything is Everything. ⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Another Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz book that is amazing.
Dear Future Boyfriend. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Another amazing collection from Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Lost somewhere in Prague 💞 / Ztraceni nekdě v Praze 💞 #lovelit #likeit #photooftheday #czechrepublic #perfect #trees #road #houses #building #prague #praguelife #perfect #zazitkyna4 ❄️💞 (v místě Prague) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrdtBwQlMWr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h0sp2i5x9wgw
Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets the light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves