I don’t let anyone touch me,” I finally said. “Why not?” Why not? Because I...– Janet Fitch, from: “White Oleander” (via art-of-drowning)
The head; the song; and the way to transcend. The song and chance. The way...– Muriel Rukeyser, from “Orpheus” in Out of Silence (via proustitute)
People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful...– Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry (via arreter)
Lovers I Had & Liked, No. 39
alinapleskova: Cy Twombly’s death in the news, & the same photograph from the Philadelphia Museum of Art accompanies most every article. Twombly’s room is shown just as I remember it, vacant save for a handful of his giant canvases. On the morning of the last time I was in that room, our wanting woke us up very early. The night before, half-dressed at your desk, I checked the forecast—...