February 2011
January 2011
our friends got the nickname ‘the romantics’ because of our...
– the romantics
vladimir nabokov: beloved author... and... →
have a little faith and if that doesn’t work… a lot of mimosas.
– blair waldorf
i ate more cake, read tragic french novels and hated the fields and stupid...
– sophie dahl, miss dahl’s voluptuous delights
alice wanted silence. she wanted the nullity of deep space. in her bed in paris,...
– gail jones, dreams of speaking
the air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so...
– jack kerouac
"fever 103" by sylvia plath
pure? what does it mean? the tongues of hell are dull, dull as the triple tongues of dull, fat cerebus who wheezes at the gate. incapable of licking clean the aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. the tinder cries. the indelible smell of a snuffed candle! love, love, the low smokes roll from me like isadora’s scarves, i’m in a fright one scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel. such yellow...