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durgapolashi:Anaïs Nin

durgapolashi:

Anaïs Nin

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I am your drunk vampire boyfriend with low self worth

I am your drunk vampire boyfriend with low self worth

magicwandarthistory:The Progress of the Magic Wand - Reverie...

magicwandarthistory:

The Progress of the Magic Wand - Reverie by Jean-Honore Fragonard.

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zanopticon:acknowledged irrational faith in something bigger...

zanopticon:

acknowledged irrational faith in something bigger and you can only hope better than yourself; the practice of reaching out without expecting a response, and the vague sense that probably it’s better that way; belief in the undeserved love of an elusive Other as sustaining, as the thing that gets you through the day. concerts as churches, fandom as the community that you find among fellow believers: people who speak your language, know your gods, practice your rituals. 

"Her tarot readings were reputed to be so accurate that several of her friends nervously refused to..."

“Her tarot readings were reputed to be so accurate that several of her friends nervously refused to let her tell them their fortunes. After the family moved to Vermont in 1945, she never had fewer than six cats at a time. A friend of her elder daughter recalled a dinner when a grey cat jumped on Shirley’s shoulder and seemed to whisper in her ear, at which point she announced that the cat had told her a poem - which she then repeated. Joanne reported another light side to her witchcraft. She kept all the small kitchen tools crammed in one drawer. When she wanted one, she would slam the drawer shut, call out the desired utensil’s name, and open the drawer. According to Joanne, it would always be on top.”

- aka I kind of want to be Shirley Jackson when I grow up (via sansasnark)

cutebuttwyatt:shia watching the even stevens movieIs it...

cutebuttwyatt:

shia watching the even stevens movie

Is it fanfiction if I would like to cuddle him while he tells me all of the things that are making him feel bad and then he says “I can’t really talk about this stuff to most people.”

"If you live in L.A., to reckon time is a trick since there are no winters. There are just..."

“If you live in L.A., to reckon time is a trick since there are no winters. There are just earthquakes, parties and certain people.”

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Eve’s Hollywood - Eve Babitz (1974). (via besieging)

Last weekend I read Eve Babitz by a resort pool in Ojai, which is the best way to read Eve Babitz, let me tell you. I love her and I love the book but this is wrong, and anyone who’s lived here ought to know it. The light changes with the seasons, just like it does everywhere else. In some ways it’s more dramatic because it’s not accompanied by that battering northeastern cold or anything– you feel how ephemeral change is in the world around you, how it shifts something you can see but not touch, and you shift all of your meaning to go with it. I just find it incredibly boring, this idea that a season is something you have to feel on your face instead of behind your eyes and in your bones. 

(via zanopticon)

Zan > all things, again.

Zan is right, LA seasons are all about the light, when it comes and when it goes.  During the day I’m a bird and at night I’m an quadruped, so during LA winters when it gets dark so early I’m crawling around so much of the time, dragging my body around.  My body is heavy and hard to drag, so I can’t go very many places, I have to find somewhere to drop it. 

shihlun:The Patient is Present

shihlun:

The Patient is Present