April 30, 2012

April 29, 2012

(by The Sartorialist).

(by Jak and Jil).

April 28, 2012

(via Jewel of the South).

April 27, 2012

(via Jewel of the South).

(An Education).

April 26, 2012

April 25, 2012


All of the college freshman went home for the summer.

Half-forgotton high school couples call each other,
for sex at two in the afternoon.

It isn't the way they made love at 17:
sweet and urgent.

Something new,
learned maybe on a dorm room mattress:
lazy and callous.

All of the college freshman went home for the summer.

Bulimic girls; 20 feet lighter than senior prom
smoke Marlboros in the front drives of their parents' house.

100 lbs.

You and I(?) try to avoid it all.

Jumping off the lowest part of the back roof
over and over,
(enough to weaken your ankles for the rest of your life).

We sit in the abandoned rental's backyard
and eat wish-blown dandelions,

devouring our dreams.

(via FashionToast).

(via Here and Now).

April 24, 2012

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

James Joyce.

(by Colby Blount).

(via Rookie).

April 23, 2012

(via FashionToast).

April 22, 2012

In New York, even the priests smoke.

Rabbinical students stand on sidewalks-
yarmulkes askew, lipping ash.
On the subway, we all look everywhere,
except into one another’s eyes.
(Too dangerous).
And at night, we dream not of others,
but ourselves- 
and of action,
divorced from consequence.

April 20, 2012


I close my eyes and see 
a seagull in the desert
high, against unbearably blue sky.

There is hope in the past.

I'm writing to you 
all the time, I am writing

with both hands,
day and night. 

Franz Wright

(via Jewel of the South).

April 19, 2012

You can't live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.

Franny and Zooey.

(by Don Hudson).

April 18, 2012

April 17, 2012

excuse me while I just curl up underneath the bed and hide until summer…

(via Rookie).

April 15, 2012

(An Education).

April 13, 2012

(via Jewel of the South).

April 12, 2012

She was not crying, which surprised me very much, but I understood now that she had found places for her melancholy that were behind more masks than only her eyes.

Jonathan Safran Foer. 

April 11, 2012

April 9, 2012

(via Style Rookie).

April 8, 2012

(via a metaspace to give them).

April 7, 2012

April 6, 2012

The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

Jonathan Safran Foer.

(Michelle Williams for Band of Outsiders).

(via FashionToast).

April 3, 2012


The caterpillar had once asked Alice,
"Who are you?"

I'm afraid.

(I don't know).

I'm afraid.

(I won't ever know).

(via Jewel of the South).

April 2, 2012

(via Jewel of the South).