this headline from 1936 is still absolutely correct.
I know only three states of being: godless hubris, righteous fury, and hapless melancholia
one time we were listening to fleetwood mac in the car and my sister who was probably 4 at the time asked, without being prompted, “can girls marry girls?” and THAT is the power of stevie nicks
Ladies, it’s time for all of us to move to another dimension
Very cool looking Field of Wheat next to Lavender
Southern Gothic vs. English Gothic
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Selected Prose; “The Double,”
Flannery O'Connor
Euripides, Heracles (Translated by William Arrowsmith)
Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Mirabeau Bridge,” Alcools (1965)
vibe: a quiet, languid day in early autumn when it's cool enough to have the window open and maybe a sweater on. there's a light breeze and the shadows of a tree with sparse leaves shifts slightly but steadily on the wall. There's a record spinning but the needle has reached the end so it's just that rolling fuzzy sound. Next to the record player is a glass of deep red wine and half of a cigarette in an ashtray still smoking.
Marilyn Monroe (via mirroir)
Vincent Van Gogh, from The Complete Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)