December 2011
29 posts
Watch@hipsterkidprobs dances himself clean to LCD Soundsystem
“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...”
– Sylvia Plath (via zacheser)
“I thought, on the train, how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of...”
– Wallace Stevens, in a 1904 note. (via washingtonpoststyle)
Wallace effing’ Stevens. That’s “relevant”, bitches!
Is it really shocking that Vonnegut was not a warm...
“Vonnegut definitely had survived a lot. His once wealthy family was impoverished by the Great Depression, causing grim strains in his parents’ marriage. His mother committed suicide. His beloved sister died of breast cancer, a day after her husband was killed in a train accident. But the defining horror of Vonnegut’s life was his wartime experience and surviving the Dresden...
The Roof on Fulton finally caved in...
decayedrichmond:
Wild stuff. Photos to come.
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