February 2012
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine...”
– Charles Bukowski (via honeychurch)
treebones:
Dr. Dog - The Breeze
“Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it…there was an excitement in...”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via yrfndrhrt)
2 tags
distances:
Marathon by Tennis
stay a while, my inner child.
“the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,
and lest this be taken...”
– Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way (via henrycharlesbukowski)
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”
– John Green (via nuaira)
jesuisperdu:
the velvet underground - pale blue...
“They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via honeyforthehomeless)
