May 2012
95 posts
being alive is a crock of shit
The sensation of life had dribbled out of me, and in its place there was a miraculous euphoria, a sweet poison rushing through my blood, the undeniable odor of nothingness.
The Locked Room
-Paul Auster
…the female narcissist is dangerous to patriarchy because she obviates the...
– amelia jones, body art: performing the subject (via karaj)
La muerte espera al más valiente, al más rico, al más bello. Pero los iguala al...
– Carlos Fuentes (via jhdart)
If you can’t say anything nice about anyone else, come sit next to me.
– Gertrude Stein (via loveyourchaos)