January 2011
40 posts
Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss...
I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsam and jetsam in the river of...
seashell-eyes:
ugh this song ;_;
I’m in love with this scene
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/09/fashion/09Modern.... →
A beautifully written essay. If you have time, check out this whole series, it’s amazing
”I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks...
exerpt from "Mesongs" by Kamau Brathwaite
XXIV for Barbara at Devizes And suddenly you was talking trees fall black with birds behind the hill and green as grass fly off into the sun o blinding girl the whole cathedral crash at your back XXV Not the blue the orthodoxy of the day But a blue like intuition The soft of the night into morning Felt here . remembered Under the hoofs of the cart
We loved with a love that was more than love.” — Edgar Allan Poe