Fact.
(via explodingdog)
Leaving Manchester in three hours. Gutted.
That’s for you, Eric. It’s going to be a long, hard road and this is the soundtrack.
Boyfriend.
He didn’t answer. Look at the eyes now - the eyes of an Old Believer. Part of his mind was away somewhere, dancing with itself. This was clearly a great coup of love he had brought off: a grand slam of love. Has it ever happened to you, Venus? The colour of the day suddenly changes to shadow. And you know you’re going to remember that moment for the rest of your life.
- House of Meetings, Martin Amis
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “White Nights”
(by Calsidyrose)
Tour de Hood
Another genius thing from Maria Popova: book spine poetry.
library slide!
Krzysztof Kiwerski. GaduGadu9.
by Joan Jonas: Mirror Piece, 1969