(via smut-to-go)
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December 12, 2009, 7:57pm Comments
Heirloom Cocoon
withoureyesclosed:thelovelybones:simplyshady:cloudsindaisychain:moptops:
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December 12, 2009, 7:52pm Comments
Watched tonight: City Lights (1931)
“Yes, I can see now…”
Reblogged from smut to-go.
December 12, 2009, 7:50pm Comments
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds - but I think of you always in those intervals.”
— From ‘The People of Paper’ by Salvador Plascencia (via casinegro) (via sleepdancer) (via pretty-bird)
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December 12, 2009, 7:42pm Comments
I would always begin by assuming the worst: my appeal was denied. ‘Well, so I am going to die.’ Sooner than other people will, obviously. But everybody knows life isn’t worth living. Deep down I knew perfectly well that it doesn’t much matter whether you die at thirty or seventy, since in either case other men and women will naturally go on living- and for thousands of years. In fact, nothing could be clearer. Whether it was now or twenty years from now, I would still be the one dying. At that point, what would disturb my train of thought was the terrifying leap I would feel my heart take at the idea of having twenty more years of life ahead of me. But I simply had to stifle it by imagining what I’d be thinking in twenty years when it would all come down to the same thing anyway. Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.
- The Stranger, Albert Camus
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December 11, 2009, 1:22pm Comments
Please don’t misunderstand; it’s not things are spectacularly well. They’re just the same each day and they must be right because I’ve been resting easier, or atleast a bit more quietly. Nothing I have touched has felt so solitary (so don’t receive as bitter what was said outside to you). There’s nothing much remaining of the windows we left open. If logic has hung me out to dry, (and the two-bit waltz drunk with reoccurance) atleast for all the wrong reasons, I was true.
December 07, 2009, 11:04pm Comments
Elliott Smith, Either/Or (1997)
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December 07, 2009, 10:30pm Comments
“In movies, I like to be provoked. Not in a cheap, sensationalistic way, but in the best way. I want to be moved in a way that forces me to reevaluate or reconsider my preconceptions. When you go to the movies, you’re asked to relate to a very attractive protagonist who says and does the right things and maybe even behaves heroically. So you walk out of the movie having made this identification and feeling so much better about yourself. There’s this great, fantastic, narcissistic high. But when you go to one of my movies, you’re not going to get that narcissistic high. I’m not there to pat you on the back. I bristle at any kind of complacency.” —Todd Solondz
December 07, 2009, 2:03pm Comments
