January 2012
56 posts
“How the honey flowed from her.”
– Anaïs Nin (via lovesolitudes)
“what were you diagnosed with?” “neck tardation”
“If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like...”
– William S. Burroughs
Phosphenes /fos-feen/ n. the luminous stars and colors you see when you rub your eyes.
In the hearing, there is merely the hearing. In the seeing, there is merely the seeing. In the thinking, there is merely the thinking. In the feeling, there is merely the feeling.
bukowski sucks
dumb