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vintagecowboy: In the valley, rushing longhorns plunge madly...

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:22:15 -0400

vintagecowboy:

In the valley, rushing longhorns plunge madly forward.

"All my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams."

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:47:21 -0400

“”All my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams.””

- Edgar A. Poe (via mycolorbook)

"She is beside me, drenched in sweat. She’s breathing gently, long slow breaths. I imagine her soul..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:43:23 -0400

“She is beside me, drenched in sweat. She’s breathing gently, long slow breaths. I imagine her soul going in and out: wanting to leave, wanting to come back, wanting to leave, wanting to come back. The day will soon harden into what we need to do. But for now we have each other. We run a bath. In the faint phosphorescent light of the storm we submerge ourselves to our necks and our legs intertwine. Nothing could ever be this close. Everything is the best, or else, “I can’t go on living like this. Oh God, it’s all such a mess.” We stroke each other softly and feel entirely dislocated from the earth, which has never existed.””

- Luke Davies, from “Candy” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 20:41:29 -0400

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Mon, 20 May 2013 20:41:18 -0400

"Have you ever noticed?—people, no matter how beautiful or desirable, invariably will, if observed..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:41:14 -0400

“Have you ever noticed?—people, no matter how beautiful or desirable, invariably will, if observed closely while going about their daily business of keeping alive, begin to seem like monsters.”

- Donald Antrim, ”The Verificationist” (via mythologyofblue)

vampdreaminginhollywood: Man Ray, 1930

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:40:53 -0400

vampdreaminginhollywood:

Man Ray, 1930

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Mon, 20 May 2013 20:39:58 -0400

a-harlots-progress: ca. 1910

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:39:39 -0400

a-harlots-progress:

ca. 1910

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Mon, 20 May 2013 20:39:32 -0400

undr: Izis Bidermanas Carnaval de Nice, 1956

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:38:54 -0400

undr:

Izis Bidermanas

Carnaval de Nice, 1956

hoodoothatvoodoo: Deco Postcard Illustration by Chilton...

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:35:39 -0400

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Deco Postcard

Illustration by Chilton Longley

tammy17tummy: Mark Shaw 1953

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:35:03 -0400

tammy17tummy:

Mark Shaw 1953

Song On The Subway

Mon, 20 May 2013 03:50:51 -0400

commovente:

by Oscar Vuong

Rush-hour on the A rain. A blind man
staggers forth, his cane tapping lightly
own the aisle. He leans against the door,

raises a violin to chin, and says I’m sorry
to bother you, folks. But please. Just listen.
And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music

should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover,
inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo
seeps through our skin like warm water, we

who have nothing but destinations, who dream of light
but descend into the mouths of tunnels, searching.
Beads of sweat fall from his brow, making dark roses

on the instrument. His head swooning to each chord
exhaled through the hollow torso. The woman beside me
has put down her book, closed her eyes, the baby

has stopped crying, the cop has sat down, and I know
this train is too fast for dreaming, that these iron jaws
will always open to swallow a smile already lost.

How insufficient the memory, to fail before death.
how will hear these notes when the train slides
into the yard, the lights turned out, and the song

lingers with breaths rising from empty seats?
I know I am too human to praise what is fading.
But for now, I just want to listen as the train fills

completely with warm water, and we are all
swimming slowly toward the man with Mozart
   flowing from his hands. I want nothing

but to put my fingers inside his mouth,
let that prayer hum through my veins.
I want crawl into the hole in his violin.

I want to sleep there
                 until my flesh
                                              becomes music.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 03:48:44 -0400

"There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors."

Mon, 20 May 2013 03:48:30 -0400

“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep
and still be counted as warriors.”

- Adrienne Rich (via talisman)

"Love lasts about seven years. That’s how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 03:48:16 -0400

““Love lasts about seven years. That’s how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.””

- Françoise Sagan (via talisman)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 03:47:17 -0400

softpyramid: Lukasz JastrubczakThe End2009Documentation of a...

Mon, 20 May 2013 03:47:14 -0400

softpyramid:

Lukasz Jastrubczak
The End
2009
Documentation of a performance

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Mon, 20 May 2013 03:47:10 -0400