ummm my birthday is in february, somebodies find me this and things like it <34567 i would wear this in my hair !
Nick Hannes | Desert Ships
The Aral Sea was once the world’s fourth-largest inland body of water. In the 1960s, the Soviet government diverted water from two of its tributaries to irrigate cotton fields, causing the sea to retreat dramatically. It shrank to a salty puddle, killing most aquatic life and leaving behind tracts of polluted desert.
"Detachment can be achieved through violence… But - as we see in perceivable things, for example - something that is violently torn away takes with it a part or trace from which it has been detached."
"Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours."
— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
"too long, you waited too long to come home.
now you’re dead, and i don’t want you no more."
— andrew bird
"All you are is the feedback of other people and that’s the danger of a collective society"
— Morgan Stebbins to Billy Corgan during a talk about Jung’s Red Book during which Corgan didn’t expand on anything Jung-related whatsoever. Disappointment :/
"Love? You are a writer. You want experience. You’ll make love to whatever you need."
"The aim of literature … is the creation of a strange object covered with fur
which breaks your heart."
— Donald Barthelme
your arms will fill with what you know by then, the arithmetic and love we do and are. When I by blood and luck am eighty-six and you are someplace else and thirty-three believing in sex and God and politics with children who look not at all like me, sometime I know you will have read them this so they will know I love them and say so and love their mother. Child, whatever is is always or never was. Long ago a day I watched awhile beside your bed, I wrote this down, a thing that might be kept awhile, to tell you what I would have said when you were who knows what and I was dead which is I stood and loved you while you slept.
from “a poem for emily” by miller williams
"now i hunt the buffalos
and my darling
who are you
behind the counter with the day memorized
and those cold vacant eyes
well you swore you were free
you swore you could see him coming
it was
old angel midnight
he’s staring you down
he’s stealing the water right
out of the ground"
— peter and the wolf
