February 2012
If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn’t need to lug around a camera.
– Lewis Hine (via life)
The dismal fact is that self-respect has nothing to do with the approval of...
– Joan Didion (On Self-Respect)
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Ezra Pound, "The Garden"
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Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy,...
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Frank O'Hara, "Morning"
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I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am lonely thinking of flutes I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with...
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I’m super proud to say that the girl who made this was one of my best friends growing up.
LGFUAD (Let’s Get Fucked Up and Die)
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