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Visible light, Alexander Harding nevver:

Visible light, Alexander Harding nevver:

Visible light, Alexander Harding nevver:

Visible light, Alexander Harding
nevver:

What we’re reading nevver:

What we’re reading nevver:

What we’re reading nevver:

What we’re reading

lehjaa:

i.

We must resist. We must refuse
to disappear

I said, In exile
survival
is the first necessity.

After that (I say this
tentatively)
we might begin

ii.

Kill what you can’t save
what you can’t eat throw out
what you can’t throw out bury

What you can’t bury give away
what you can’t give away you must carry with you,
it is always heavier than you thought.

iii.

I will not come when you call.


Margaret Atwood

i. Roominghouse, Winter
ii. November
iii.Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein 

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

“The uneasy suspicion that if you heard yourself talking, you would sound like an asshole.”
Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)

(via nevver)

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A Perfect Day for Bananafish, Cian McKenna nevver:

A Perfect Day for Bananafish, Cian McKenna nevver:

A Perfect Day for Bananafish, Cian McKenna nevver:

A Perfect Day for Bananafish, Cian McKenna
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Darkness on the edge of town,  Amanda Friedman nevver:

Darkness on the edge of town,  Amanda Friedman nevver:

Darkness on the edge of town,  Amanda Friedman nevver:

Darkness on the edge of town,  Amanda Friedman nevver:

Darkness on the edge of town,  Amanda Friedman nevver:

Darkness on the edge of town,  Amanda Friedman nevver:

Darkness on the edge of town,  Amanda Friedman
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William Thomas Horton (1898) nevver:

William Thomas Horton (1898) nevver:

William Thomas Horton (1898) nevver:

William Thomas Horton (1898) nevver:

William Thomas Horton (1898)
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Darkness of the edge of town, Patrick Joust
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Darkness of the edge of town, Patrick Joust
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Darkness of the edge of town, Patrick Joust
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Darkness of the edge of town, Patrick Joust
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Best Coast, Amy Ruppel nevver:

Best Coast, Amy Ruppel nevver:

Best Coast, Amy Ruppel
“Tell me the best fantasy lands aren’t deep, deep conversations. The one you had when everyone else was asleep at a slumber party when you were nine years old on the basement floor covered by a green outdoor rug next to her brother’s barbell stand. Or the one you had on the bus with that boy when you were fourteen who said girls didn’t go out with him because he had a paunch and didn’t play football. And you admitted a few things about yourself that didn’t sound good. Or the one that kept you in the dining hall so you missed all your afternoon classes in college. Or the one that led you to elope. Or the one last week when you talked about how you felt about failing and failing again until one of the children came running in because you’d forgotten dinner. Tell me, aren’t the best fantasies where you have those conversations you don’t want to leave, like an island, ancient volcano, surrounded by jeweled waters, warm in the sunlight, icy in the shadow of its caves—a place you remember best for being rare, for being far in the middle of the sea, uninhabitable, or unbearably too inhabitable, left before we ruined it.”
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Lost Horizon, Louise Lebourgeois nevver:

Lost Horizon, Louise Lebourgeois nevver:

Lost Horizon, Louise Lebourgeois nevver:

Lost Horizon, Louise Lebourgeois