September 2011
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W. W. Norton: Quarantine →
wwnorton:
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking – they were both walking – north.
She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up. He lifted her and put her on his back. He walked like that west and…
Rita Hayworth and Patricia Farr →
Love it.
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“He’ll pinch a cigarette between his fingers. He’ll take a drag, blow that drag...”
– Maureen Medved (via misswallflower)
This is a beautiful sentiment.
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“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
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W. W. Norton: Briefcases →
wwnorton:
Fifteen years ago I found my father’s in the family attic, so used the shoemaker had to repair it, and I kept it like love
until it couldn’t be kept anymore. Then my father-in-law died and I got his, almost identical, just the wrong initials
embossed in gold. It’s forty years old, …
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W. W. Norton: Men →
wwnorton:
It’s tough being a guy, having to be gruff and buff, the strong silent type, having to laugh it off—pain, loss, sorrow, betrayal—or leave in a huff and say No big deal, take a ride, listen to enough loud rock and roll that it scours out your head, if not your heart. Or to be called a fag or…
