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
