January 2012
“A phantom feeling: lashes fluttering
against my cheek. No flesh, no nerve. Wax...”
– Jessica Piazza, Atephilia (love of ruin)
And yet, you seemed so whole.
5 tags
“With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep...”
– Toru Watanabe; Norwegian Wood
Unlike his cruel words, his kiss was so sweet.
4 tags
“We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing – an actor, a writer – I am a...”
– Stephen Fry
(via insomnambulist)
1 tag
“I turn a page
careful not to break the rhythms
of your sleeping head on my...”
– Michael Ondaatje, from “The Diverse Causes” (via the-final-sentence)
3 tags
4 tags
sempre-aqui-:
why can’t I just stop being hungry ahsjsfd
or conversely, why can’t I metabolize more quickly? sad
Story of my food life.
1 tag
1 tag
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...”
– Jack Kerouac (via misswallflower)
Everyday.
“She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she...”
– Albert Camus, The Stranger (via therainyresistance)
