February 2012
22 posts
I confess, I do not believe in time.
– Vladimir Nabokov (via talkativolive)
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You say, Babe, Don’t ever leave me. Never. I mapped our lives. Rocking chairs, Metronomes, Silver lake, Wrinkled kisses. A cottage, A jungle Overthrown with vines. Or perhaps, We’ll die. Ride our motorcycles Off a cliff In Utah. Arms trapped, Our stars Side by side On the sidewalk Till the world explodes.
Till the World Explodes by Nina Ljeti
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January 2012
89 posts
Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope.
– Don DeLillo, White Noise (via ideoclast)
La tristesse durera toujours.
(The sadness will last forever.)
– Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890). (via fyeahlastwords)
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