February 2012
22 posts
you are a pharmacy | Nate Slawson
babybirch:
you have a hundred secret names & I am the world’s worst shoplifter. you know what I mean? it’s like it’s 1992 & we’re so happy for cigarettes & de la soul & lightning bugs & shit like that. sometimes I wish you knew someone exactly like me who wasn’t so obsessed with your knuckles. they make me hurt like alligator teeth. I want you to be all fists &...
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell
RECIPE FOR AMNESIA | Nin Andrews →
Of every priest, guru, nun and rishi, of every therapist, lama, swami, and saint. Of every drug addict and several strangers on the street, I’ve asked for teachings on forgetfulness, transmissions, rituals for purification, drugs and whiskey, any form of magic for erasing your voice from my mind, your image from my days and nights, your scent of salt and lemons and warm summer rain like a tiny...
“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
– David Foster Wallace
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...”
– Claude Monet (via suzywire)
