February 2012
51 posts
… desire is full
of endless distances.
– Robert Hass, from “Meditation at Lagunitas” (via proustitute)
This morning, with her, having coffee.
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via absea)
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade...
– Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via absea)
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.
– Patti Smith (via slurring-rhythms)
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in...
– Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via absea)
There is nothing stranger or more precarious than the relationship between...
– Death in Venice by Thomas Mann (via derradiokopf)