—Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state but rather, hidden royalty, profound incommunicability, yet a more or less somber knowledge of an unassailable singularity.
Jean Genet (via likeafieldmouse)
amen
—Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state but rather, hidden royalty, profound incommunicability, yet a more or less somber knowledge of an unassailable singularity.
Jean Genet (via likeafieldmouse)
amen
—Richard Siken, Black Telephone (Spork Editor’s Page)Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.
(Source: adeardeer)
—Jack Gilbert (via youngfolksociety)I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
Staying in the coolest house ever. Built right next to the levee by a former steamship captain in 1902 in what’s now the Lower 9th Ward. It’s tile and tin walls have helped it survive. The inside is even cooler. #neworleans
We got to the top of the mountain then climbed a fire tower- surprise 4G! Hello from the mountains of North Carolina. Don’t worry we wrote our initials (and NWLB) up here like the dorks we are <3
Best response yet to this insane fucking week.
Desert Inspiration: House of )'(
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited —Sylvia Plath
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be. —Hunter S. Thompson