Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

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at a pool party


"hey bukowski no offense but why dont you take your shirt off in the pool"
"why do we run from the rain but soak in tubs full of water"
"aight take it easy man"

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I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry. Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro  (via mercurieux)

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Jenny Holzer

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The dreamers dream from the neck up, their bodies securely strapped to the electric chair. To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture killing and recreating, death always a step in advance. To spit on the past is not enough. To proclaim the future is not enough. One must act as if the past were dead and the future unrealizable. One must act as if the next step were the last, which it is. Each step forward is the last, and with it a world dies, one’s self included. We are here of the earth never to end, the past never ceasing, the future never beginning, the present never ending. Henry Miller, Black Spring (via stxxz)
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When I was a child my mother said to me, ‘If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general. If you become a monk, you’ll be the pope.’ Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso. Pablo Picasso (via stxxz)
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I feel within me the glow of that old frenzy, but I know it will set me on fire no more. , Malone Dies (via robcam-wfu)
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…and the air
Was like the air after a fire, or the air before a storm,
Ungodly still, but full of dark shapes turning.
The Dragon, Brigit Pegeen Kelly (via korroh)
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Everyone is someone’s devil. Matthew Dicks, Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend  (via journalofanobody)

(Source: larmoyante)

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