December 2011
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Si, maintenant, je me suis décidé à écrire, c’est uniquement pour me faire...
– Sadegh Hedayat / La chouette aveugle / Corti / 1953 / Trad. : Roger Lescot (via membrane)
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Merry Sunday
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iamredbluegreen-deactivated2011 asked: saturday is gone - that paragraph is great... did you think then, after watching melancholia, that you'd catch a new day? cause the world literally ended for me in the cinema.
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You tell so much about yourself I have the feeling I’ve known you for...
– The Cafeteria - Isaac Bashevis Singer (1968)
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Cari amici, qui dico amici
Nel senso vasto della parola:
Moglie, sorella,...
– Agli amici Primo Levi, 6 dicembre 1985
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver...
– Aedh Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven - W.B. Yeats (1899)
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z013 - it’s just getting old
Foreground - Grizzly Bear
Racing Like a Pro - The National
Come On Home - Lali Puna
Futurism vs Passeism - Blonde Redhead
Grown men don’t fall in the river, just like that - Liars
Stay Lit - Holy Fuck
Watch The Tapes - LCD Soundsystem
hooray for me… - Bad Religion
cover photo by me
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These Thoughts Have No Conclusion
I keep going to bed late. It’s like when somebody shouts dinner is ready, and you stay at your desk, uncaring. There are times I just don’t want to have dreams. I keep going to bed late, but the mere fact I’m awake won’t push tomorrows farther away.
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Ultimately, I know what I’m doing and why I’m doing it. I’m trying to be a...
– Ian MacKaye (via pitchfork)
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Goin' Home
Four times. I crossed O’Connell Bridge four times in the last hour. I don’t want to go home, but I don’t know where to go either. Take a different bus, walk a wee bit, sounds like a good idea, but feet are on their own tonight. I’m not here, I’m not here, I’m not here. I smell weed. This supposedly gentle breeze is stinging my chest. A guy slipped on ...
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