January 2011
8 posts
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you’ve created very...
– Bukowski, “as the poems go”
We slept in the same bed.
There was never a right time to say it.
It was...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via summerrequiem)
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...
– Jonathan Safran Foer
I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...
– John Steinbeck