February 2012
3 posts
Our bodies meshed in an aftermath of effort. We were one and the same dark...
– Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions II, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to...
– Charles Bukowski, Gamblers All (via razorbladesalvations)