June 2011
“Birds scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning...”
– Kurt Cobain, Journals (via frenchtwist)
“The world must be all fucked up,” he said then, “when men travel first class and...”
– Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via frenchtwist)
“Far from me a house has just been built … lovers’ kisses and double suicides...”
– Robert Desnos, If You Only Knew (via frenchtwist)
“No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.”
– Juliusz Słowacki (via proustitute)
“Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates,...”
– Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Burning the Old Year” (via proustitute)
“Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a...”
– James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, 1917 (via wonderfulambiguity)
