house cat! that is so pretty, that expression. i think you will make a fine...– a friend, in an email to me
Her piercing blue eyes unnerve me, though she tells me towards the end that,...– Guardian article on Debo Mitford
[Unknown] // Dan Machlin
syllablefingers: What you cannot ever say. What you can’t afford to say. What happens before you sleep. What you slip inside your mind. What you dream never happened. What you forget to write down. (via aclockwithouthands)
Angelina Jolie’s former drug dealer Franklin Meyer had some interesting...– i only wish i’m as bomb & open as angelina jolie in the future that my former drug dealer can give interviews about how morbid i am, the drugs i was buying when, etc. & everyone will just be like, ‘oh, that’s just alessandra. that’s just the natural evolution of her...
'Telemarketer'—Brett Garcia Myhren
I’m reading on the couch when she calls, asks for me by name. I smile at her scripted intimacy, imagine her cubicle with photos of pets, the long bend of light on her lacquered nails. “Listen to this,” I reply, “David kissed the soft inner banks of women’s thighs.” “Pardon?” “Oh, there’s more,” I say, “Thighs like loamy...
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell // Marty McConnell
syllablefingers: don’t lose too much weight. stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. and you are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
Jackie remained vaguely, restively dissatisfied. “I really did enjoy the...– Women: Jackie——http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,871957-3,00.html#ixzz12Lkwj5v6
To the selfish all things are possible… How many forceful natures have...– Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney
eliz: She was furious at all the people in her... →
bowsandbeaux: She was furious at all the people in her life who’d gotten married, had kids, moved across country, told her she was admired but not loved, failed to read her mind, left her here to do this by herself. But it was the kind of fury a mother feels when her kid runs across the street and just misses…
meanwhile— richard silken (an old favorite of...
Driving, dogs barking, how you get used to it, how you make the new streets yours. Trees outside the window and a big band sound that makes you feel like everything’s okay, a feeling that lasts for one song maybe, the parentheses all clicking shut behind you. The way we move through time and space, or only time. The way it’s night for many miles, and then suddenly it’s...