eyes of eyes and all that.


"

You kept casting
your line, and when it did not come back

empty, it was tangled with mine. Some nights,
dreaming, I step again into the small boat

that carried us out and watch the bank receding —
my back to where I know we are headed.

Natasha Tretheway, “Elegy” 


Dec 11th at 10PM / tagged: music. spotify. / 0 notes

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oscarprgirl:

"the glorious luck in the way of a perfect dinner dress is by Oscar de la Renta for Jane Derby” Vogue, 1966 Irving Penn

oscarprgirl:

"the glorious luck in the way of a perfect dinner dress is by Oscar de la Renta for Jane Derby”
Vogue, 1966
Irving Penn


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"Then he was listening for the light, trivial sound which the dead match would make when it struck the floor; and then it seemed to him that he heard it. Then it seemed to him, sitting on the cot in the dark room, that he was hearing a myriad sounds of no greater volume—voices, murmurs, whispers: of trees, darkness, earth; people: his own voice; other voices evocative of names and times and places—which he had been conscious of all his life without knowing it, which were his life, thinking God perhaps and me not knowing that too He could see it like a printed sentence, fullborn and already dead God loves me too like the faded and weathered letters on a last year’s billboard God loves me too" 

Mar 14th at 7PM / 0 notes

Faulkner, Light in August, 105.  


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Dec 29th at 7PM / via: awelltraveledwoman / op: emptieds / 1,324 notes

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"'I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I *will* compete—that's what scares me. That's why I quit the Theatre Department. Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of splash.' She paused and suddenly picked up her glass of milk and brought it to her lips. 'I knew it,' she said, setting it down. 'That's something new. My teeth go funny on me. They're chattering. I nearly bit through a glass the day before yesterday. Maybe I'm stark, staring mad and don't know it.'" 

Nov 24th at 5PM / 0 notes

Salinger. “Franny,” Franny and Zooey. 30.


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