"- I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth.
- And which do you love best?
-The dream."
Knut Hamsun, from Pan  (via violentwavesofemotion)
"You are, you know, you were the nearest thing to a real story to happen in my life."
From Renata Adler’s Pitch Dark, a refrain. (via othersashas)
A message from Anonymous
WHAT IS THE MEANING BEHIND THE ARTWORK OF EDWARD HOPPER , BOY AND MOON ? IS THERE ANY DESCRIPTION ABOUT IT ? PLS ANSWER IT FAST I REALLY NEED THE ANSWER RIGHT NOW

I’m not sure that this illustration has any real “meaning” to it, and I’m no Edward Hopper expert, so I’m not sure I can tell you exactly how this piece fits into his oeuvre contextually. This sounds like a homework question honestly, and I’m not sure there is a right answer. Go take a look at Edward Hopper’s more famous pictures, ask yourself what it is he makes you feel in each one, what each has in common with each other, what it is you think he is trying to do as an artist. To me, this piece is just one of the many pieces of his that perfectly represents his work, though how it does that you will need to answer for yourself. It’s probably worth noting that this is one of his illustrations and not his paintings, and yet it is still very “Edward Hopper.” What that means you should define for yourself.  

Also you could probably use google or something. 

"Imagine life without death. Every day you’d want to kill yourself from despair."
Jules Renard (via human-voices)
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Dr. Maya Angelou’s last tweet. Mayor Allen Joines and her literary agent have confirmed that the renowned poet-author-activist has passed at at 86.

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Dr. Maya Angelou’s last tweet. Mayor Allen Joines and her literary agent have confirmed that the renowned poet-author-activist has passed at at 86.

"Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. Sad too. Touch, touch me."
James Joyce, from Ulysses  (via headfullofgold)
"Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me."
One of the most true poems I have ever read. The Burning Heart.  (via madisondelaneyx)
"We look at the world once, in childhood.
The rest is memory."
Louise Glück, Nostos. (via askios)
"I wrote about the night bird cries, the sea sounds, and the lonely barking, and I liked what I wrote in flashes; but something was wrong with it. There is always something wrong with writing. So I tore the paper up at last, liking the untouched memory so much better, not wanting it forced into the insincerity of words."

Denton Welch, A Voice Through A Cloud (via)

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"but you shall not escape my iambics"
Catullus, Fragment 1, trans. Henry Walker (via proustitute)