December 2011
233 posts
“As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.”
– Anne Sexton, from “For My Lover, Returning to His Wife” (via weissewiese)
“People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water.”
– Charles Bukowski (via nocternity)
“I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters
kept smudging as I wrote...”
– Richard Siken, from “Snow and Dirty Rain” (via weissewiese)
“Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?”
– Emil Cioran (via comfortably-dumb)
Anonymous asked: blogroll or recommend some good tumblrs???
“I don’t know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It’s the...”
– Richard Siken (via weissewiese)
“Walking by night with their arms lifted up from their bodies. As if they were...”
– Ilya Kaminsky, from “Deaf Republic: 6” (via weissewiese)
jesuisperdu:
[In 1988, Ulay and Abramović decided to make a spiritual journey which would end their relationship. Each of them walked the Great Wall of China, starting from the two opposite ends and meeting in the middle. Ulay started from the Gobi Desert and Abramović from the Yellow Sea. After each of them walked 2500 km, they met in the middle and said “good-bye”.] [via]
“Theme parks like Disneyland now simulate the experiences of space travel,...”
– p. 669, Classical and Contemporary Sociological Theory, by Scott Appelrouth and Laura Desfor Edles (via howthemoonfeels)
medienkompetenz, nr. 60
(via lf)
ups, overlooked my 1000th post.
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“I envy you. Every moment
You can leave me.
I cannot
leave myself.”
– Anna Świrszczyńska, I Cannot (via shesinacoma)
