(The Clothes Horse)

What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.

Cormac McCarthy, "All The Pretty Horses"

(The Sartorialist)

(Graceful Musings)

The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there?

John Berryman.

(The Sartorialist)

(Tommy Ton)

(Jewel of the South)

(Graceful Musings)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

E.E. Cummings

(mrlkanderson)

(justerinhere)

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

David Foster Wallace.

(Derek Paul Boyle)

Early tomorrow morning I'll take the train out of Penn Station to Montauk. It's a three hour trip, and I can't wait to curl up next to the window with a thermos of coffee and a stack of letters to answer. Any chance to get out of the city, albeit for 28 hours is a delight.

(justerinhere)

(justerinhere)

I ain't hiding no more.

(Nothing Special)

(Jewel of the South)

Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it.

David Foster Wallace.

(Miss Moss)

"How was your summer?"

"It rained almost every day."

(Cellar Door)

(Sea of Shoes)

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends.

Joan Didion.

(justerinhere)

(Modern Hepburn)

That's why families are so important. Other people walk out the door and they're gone! 

Marilynne Robinson.

(justerinhere)

you.
not wanting me.
was 
the beginning of me.
wanting myself.
thank you.

Navvirah Waheed.

(Rookie)

The world was ending then, is ending still, and I'm happy to belong to it.

Jonathan Franzen.

(THEO GOSSELIN)

(Miss Moss)

(Confezioni Crosby)

… in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.

Ernest Hemingway.