December 2011
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“When the sky appears in pain
and sunset no more than a wound
what are the...”
– Charles Baudelaire (via wastrelle)
the cinnamon peeler's wife: Spent the morning... →
clavicola:
Spent the morning drawing piss-stained homeless men in cafés and reading Written on her body by Winterson and Dumas (a long awaited read). Writing for myself and for others and writing for people who don’t know I’m writing to them is something I like to do in the tender world of the private…
“I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash...”
– “The Art of Drowning” by Billy Collins (via clavicola)
