nevver:

Aristotle

thanks for the reminder.

nevver:

Aristotle

thanks for the reminder.

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@9 hours ago with 3131 notes
#words #aristotle 
@1 month ago with 3877 notes
#jenny holzer #words 
nevver:

“The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on, contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.”  — F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

nevver:

“The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on, contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

@2 months ago with 1494 notes
#f. scott fitzgerald #tender is the night #three crowns of the sailor #words #film 

The End. 

Ben Ehrenreich

@3 months ago
#words #Ben Ehrenreich #links #Decomposition 

3 W.H. Auden poems I think are swell.

@4 months ago with 1 note
#lists #words #w.h. auden #wh auden 
@6 months ago with 2733 notes
#mewithoutyou #words #Black and White #Typography #Silencer #nostalgia 

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@7 months ago with 32 notes
#words 

"Drinking is bad, feelings are worse."

@8 months ago with 3572 notes
#words 
@1 month ago with 103771 notes
#by all means #words #Crafts 

A consideration of physical space and body language:

You slept on a bed two walls away without saying goodnight.
There were two doors between us.
Getting ready, you were sure to open yours and lock mine.
You returned my button up by hanging it up somewhere i’d find
and left through the backdoor—
refuge kept in space and among friends.
I sit alone with this house to myself feeling the tremors i fear,
locked out of the middle ground wondering about the vestiges of something almost intimate.

(for further clarification see: The Bed Song)

@1 month ago with 1 note
#* #words 
An adhesive bandage hugs my thumb to hold my flesh together.Skintone camouflage hides that I’m falling apart.Retaining human airs despite what lies beneath.The little death needs room to breathe, lest it spread.So please release my wounds from your embrace,little headless tan man. 

An adhesive bandage hugs my thumb to hold my flesh together.
Skintone camouflage hides that I’m falling apart.
Retaining human airs despite what lies beneath.
The little death needs room to breathe, lest it spread.
So please release my wounds from your embrace,
little headless tan man.
 

@3 months ago with 4 notes
#words #* #needs work 

Things I might spent my tax return on (2k13 edish)

(hint: it’s the same as last year, hopefully I get it right this time)

@4 months ago
#lists #words 

Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.

Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.

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@6 months ago with 213558 notes
#words #ernest hemingway 
newyorker:

Photograph by Andrew Burton/Getty.

newyorker:

Photograph by Andrew Burton/Getty.

@6 months ago with 356 notes
#words #photography #andrew burton #hurricane sandy 

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@7 months ago with 424679 notes
#words 
nevver:

Aristotle

thanks for the reminder.
9 hours ago
#words #aristotle 
1 month ago
#by all means #words #Crafts 
1 month ago
#jenny holzer #words 
A consideration of physical space and body language:

You slept on a bed two walls away without saying goodnight.
There were two doors between us.
Getting ready, you were sure to open yours and lock mine.
You returned my button up by hanging it up somewhere i’d find
and left through the backdoor—
refuge kept in space and among friends.
I sit alone with this house to myself feeling the tremors i fear,
locked out of the middle ground wondering about the vestiges of something almost intimate.

(for further clarification see: The Bed Song)

1 month ago
#* #words 
nevver:

“The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on, contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.”  — F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
2 months ago
#f. scott fitzgerald #tender is the night #three crowns of the sailor #words #film 
An adhesive bandage hugs my thumb to hold my flesh together.Skintone camouflage hides that I’m falling apart.Retaining human airs despite what lies beneath.The little death needs room to breathe, lest it spread.So please release my wounds from your embrace,little headless tan man. 
3 months ago
#words #* #needs work 
The End.→

Ben Ehrenreich

3 months ago
#words #Ben Ehrenreich #links #Decomposition 
Things I might spent my tax return on (2k13 edish)

(hint: it’s the same as last year, hopefully I get it right this time)

4 months ago
#lists #words 
3 W.H. Auden poems I think are swell.

4 months ago
#lists #words #w.h. auden #wh auden 

Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.
6 months ago
#words #ernest hemingway 
6 months ago
#mewithoutyou #words #Black and White #Typography #Silencer #nostalgia 
newyorker:

Photograph by Andrew Burton/Getty.
6 months ago
#words #photography #andrew burton #hurricane sandy 
7 months ago
#words 
7 months ago
#words 
"Drinking is bad, feelings are worse."
8 months ago
#words