gin & croquet


i was too kinky for that boy anyway

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“Yeah sure I’ve experienced heartbreak but I didn’t let the stain set. I got back in my car, went to work, polished some spoons, waited some tables, smiled at some old ladies. I drank passion fruit Bacardi and walked home from the party hand in hand with my best friend under the quiet expanse of the night sky. I crawled into my mother’s bed and the next morning I went to work again. Polished some spoons, waited some tables, smiled at some old ladies. In the rush of service and fake smiles and a sweet fruity burn I almost forgot his name.”

—   I’m okay

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Carl Sandburg, “Under the Harvest Moon”


Carl Sandburg, “Under the Harvest Moon”

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“The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
The lost day, the lost light.
Why do I love what fades?”

—   Mark Strand, opening strophe to “The Guardian,” from Darker: Poems (Atheneum, 1971)

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Jeune et jolie (2013)
Damien Hirst

Damien Hirst

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“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”

—   Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride 

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“God damn it, there are nice things in the world- and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.”

—   J.D. Salinger

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“I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.”

—   Rumi

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Jones, Owen: Examples of Chinese ornament selected from objects in the South Kensington museum and other collections, 1867 (x)

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Melody Gardot - Deep Within The Corners Of My Mind

I’m praying secretly that eventually in time
There’ll be a place for you and me.