January 2012
34 posts
“And I don’t want to write any more letters. What’s the use of telling someone...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via whyexistence
)
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December 2011
19 posts
nicolealyse:
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
—Charles Bukowski
“I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.”
– David Foster Wallace (via wolftoungue)
