It’s getting darker sooner and colder quicker and the unexplainable scent of burning firewood has started permeating the air. It’s the smell that my mother and I always equate with a different time - when burning firewood was part of one’s livelihood. When I was smaller, noticing the smell of burning brush/leaves/grass would send my mother and I into a fit - shouting,...
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is...– Sylvia Plath (via sylviaplathjournal:knockturn:watchtheskyexplodinghigh) (via suzywire)
Austin…Scarlett…O’Hara.– Austin & Santino Reality Show
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and...– Sylvia Plath (via thequotecollector) (via suzywire)
Things With Which I Am Currently Enamored:
Anna Karina’s teeth Jergen’s original almond/cherry scented lotion My new aqua blue poodle lamp Arts & Letters Daily Dried blueberries Google Docs * The photographs of Lady Gaga in Vanity Fair * The New York Times’ “Modern Love” column Steven Slater (he isn’t old news yet, is he?) and the concept of folk heroes in general Lists New York...
Sandpiper by Elizabeth Bishop
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward, in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake. The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet of interrupting water comes and goes and glazes over his dark and brittle feet. He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes. - Watching,...