“In November, we feel the hand of death closer at our backs. “Since the day of my birth,” writes Jean Cocteau, “my death began its walk. It is walking towards me without hurrying.””
— Nina MacLaughlin, from “Death’s Footsteps”, The Paris Review
Jerry Downs - Several years ago, on the hottest of Summer days, on my way home from a book signing in Southern California, I saw these blackbirds in the coolest spot. Stay cool, my fellow birds of a feather.
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“I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.”
— Viv Albertine (via quotemadness)
- "Sometimes everything inside you cries,but your eyes"
this will always be one of my faves
Ufff these handwriting 🖋️🖋️
I would never in my life get over this movie <3
Detail: Mars & Venus, Allegory of Peace, 1770, by Louis Jean François Lagrenée.
my favourite trope ever:
two people are relaxing by a lake late at night, their relationship being strictly platonic. one of them smiles, “well this isn’t a bad way to spend my birthday.” the other one is taken by surprise and whispers “you didn’t tell me.” “I didn’t think it was important.” the other one reaches out to the food they brought, finds a cupcake and pretends to light it. “blow the candles and make a wish.” “thankyou for doing this” says the first one. they gaze into each others eyes till dawn breaks.
Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky by Garth Greenwell
not gonna lie i’m pretty uncomfortable like all the time