seven devils in your house

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innerparkerism replied to your photo “Props to Zoe’s makeup and clothes for making me the prettiest bearded…”

oh my god you look fantastic

Thanx gurl.

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innerparkerism replied to your post “Holy shit, I’ll be in London in 12 days.”

woooooow really??!!! what are you going to do there? That’s definitely a good start in visiting Europe

we’ll only be there for a few days before we go onto Belgium, France, and Italy so I imagine mostly museums and drinking. I’m going with my dad and grandmother for about three weeks and my dad’s decided to drive the whole thing so that should be interesting.

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innerparkerism said: that’s when they’re at their best

I have this feeling that shampoo is secretly evil and destroys your hair

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I’m sorry but I listened to the first track on the most recent Vampire Weekend album and ugh

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I wish it were more socially acceptable to discuss at length the incredible series of poops I’ve been taking lately but sadly we just don’t live in that world

[intopermanence]

“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall my buried life, and Paris in the Spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world to be wonderful and youthful, after all.”

— T. S. Eliot, from The Waste Land and Other Poems: “Portrait of a Lady”

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[H]er hair getting long like the night in late fall.

Franz Wright, from “Aesthetic,” The Beforelife: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001)

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helloagauniverse:

“Darkness — darkness — no pain — nothing but darkness: but I am passing on and on through the darkness: my thought stays in the darkness, but always with a sense of moving onward …”

—George Eliot, from The Lifted Veil (first published by Blackwood, 1859) 

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We experience life as a continuity, and only after it falls away, after it becomes the past, do we see its discontinuities. The past, if there is such a thing, is mostly empty space, great expanses of nothing, in which significant persons and events float.

Teju Cole, from Open City (Random House, 2011)

[malone-or-mag]

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“Tenderness between people is nothing other than awareness of the possibility of relations without purpose.” — Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia “How cruel the earth, the willows shimmering, the birches bending and sighing. How cruel, how profoundly tender.” — Louise Glück, from Vita Nova “without tenderness, we are in hell.” — Adrienne Rich, from Twenty-One Love Poems, X

[tombadge]

Milan – October 2017

[izzyzangwill]

Academics keep writing books about criticism despite the clear fact that things are just good when i like them and bad when I dont

[valtsv]

admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio

[alisonzai]

[artdelivre]

« Garde cette lettre ; garde toutes mes lettres. C’est à ceux que je préfère que j’écris les choses les meilleures. »

« Ma chère Maman… » (recueil) (André Gide)

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Catherine Hyde