Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it...– Hunter S. Thompson (via youngfolksociety)
Yesterday is a tree with great spreading branches, and I [sit] low in its shade,...– Pablo Neruda, Passions and Impressions (via kari-res)
This is my second installment in the Who is Cassandra? collaboration. Part one is here. Over the past two weeks my one-bedroom apartment has gone from cramped and slightly messy to something comparable to the place beneath the underpass where the homeless gather. My clothes, dirty and clean alike, have somehow ended up scattered across my floor and furniture, so I’m no longer sure if what I’m...
THE BREAKFAST CLUB, directed by John Hughes (1985)
These last few days have passed as one, with sleep avoiding me as my eyelids have avoided each other. The aged floorboards creak loudly in this empty room as I wander in a daze toward the half-open window. A slight breeze enters just then, causing the collection of empty glass bottles and mason jars on the sill to sing as it passes over them, the lips of which have long since felt the...
…go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living....– Kurt Vonnegut (via rollandrise)
We are all such accidents.– Saul Bellow
Curl into my arms and let the weight of today float away from here.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
tylerknott: “Liar” by Mumford and Sons
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One...– Oscar Wilde (via elayney)