February 2012
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“Another day, poetry! Write her a poem, spill your heart to her in sweet...”
– John Fante, Ask the Dust (via sisterbeatrice)
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“Thirty years ago, not far from here, I saw the worst sight of all my days and I...”
– White Woman Street (via fuckyeahgreatplays)
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mixtapes:
212 - Azealia Banks
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mixtapes:
Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars
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“Ahead the road curves around one side of the long narrow inlet of the ocean that...”
– from ‘Galway, Western Ireland’s Lilting Heart’, John McGahern
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January 2012
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“But after a while you get to hate everyone and everybody and you get very bitter...”
– The Ginger Man by J.P. Donleavy (via rattatat-tass)
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honeynutmeg:
The Coral- Dreaming of You
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“After a long day, you just want to go home and shove the closest edible thing...”
– “TOP TEN SIGNS YOU’RE AN ADULT” by Almie Rose (via mixtapes)
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“The sun of Sunday morning up out of the sleepless sea from black Liverpool....”
– J.P. Donleavy in The Ginger Man (via josephinewei)
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rommy:
Francoise Hardy - Le temps d’amour (from...
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“It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.”
– W. G. Sebald, Vertigo, trans. Michael Hulse (via proustitute)
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thorsteinulf:
Small Faces - Whatcha Gonna do...
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brigetteschulz:
Patrick Wolf - The City
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“Two years in Ireland, shrunken teat on the chest of the cold Atlantic. Land of...”
– J. P. Donleavy, The Ginger Man (via the-warm-jets)
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“He went to bed with a rich and glorious evening, and he awoke at seven to find...”
– Patrick Hamilton, Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky
(via bookavore)
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hateandahandgun:
Ryan Adams & The Cardinals...
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December 2011
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