Lord Henry

"The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame."

Pale days teach you to see

A room in the house is always warm
Stretched out on the bathroom floor thinking
of fair days your future may hold

Love comes like surprise ice on the water
Love comes like surprise ice at dawn

-Kings of Convenience

Lovers

New York City is littered with pieces of bikes: pillaged, unfortunate. If you steal enough parts of a bike, you can make your own.

Bodies are not bikes. Hearts, even more so, are not bikes.

Love is my two Bears

Dostoevsky

"The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself – but you just can’t help it."

Dostoevsky's second marriage

Afraid of rejection, Dostoevsky at first disguised his proposal as a plot for a new novel. He told Anna that his character was a writer, middle-aged, sick, and tormented, who has fallen in love with a young girl. He asked Anna if she thought it psychologically plausible that this young girl might return the old man’s love. Anna replied that she thought it was possible. Her reply gave Dostoevsky the courage to come to the point:

“Imagine,” he said, “that the artist is – me; that I have confessed my love for you and asked you to be my wife. Tell me, what would you answer?”

Anna Grigoyevna understood, from the inner torment manifest in Dostoevsky’s countenance, that “if I gave him an evasive answer I would deal a deathblow to his self-esteem and pride. I looked at his troubled face, which had become so dear to me, and said, “I would answer that I love you and will love you all my life.”

They were married a few months later, in February 1867. From the start, the marriage was marked by difficulties. At their wedding reception, Dostoevsky had too much champagne and had a terrifying epileptic seizure. The episode was severe: Dostoevsky screamed in pain for hours. When the screaming subsided, he was incoherent and seemed “mad.” Not a good introduction to married life for his young bride. Still, Anna acted well: she took Dostoevsky’s head in her lap and held it as he convulsed.

Dostoevsky would later tell her that he was terrified of dying during one of his attacks. From then on, Anna would stay with him regardless of his condition, sometimes sitting on the sofa near his bed for days. via

Why Drew is Awesome, Reason #49

He bought me an insulated travel mug from Singapore Day. This patched up the blues I was feeling after shattering the lid of my beloved tea mug.

I said to Drew

--Your big toe looks unusually short and stubby today.

--I know. I bit part of it off.

--Ewww. Was it gummy?

--Kinda chewy, kinda cheesy.

--Was it hard to swallow?

--Mmm, tasted like a hot dog.

Capote on Breakfast at Tiffany's

"I think I've had two careers. One was the career of precocity, the young person who published a series of books that were really quite remarkable. I can even read them now and evaluate them favorably, as though they were the work of a stranger... My second career began, I guess it really began with Breakfast at Tiffany's. It involves a different point of view, a different prose style to some degree. Actually, the prose style is an evolvement from one to the other—a pruning and thinning-out to a more subdued, clearer prose. I don't find it as evocative, in many respects, as the other, or even as original, but it is more difficult to do. But I'm nowhere near reaching what I want to do, where I want to go."

It'll make life easier

Omg 豆花

We love naps

Meditations in an Emergency

“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”

“My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.”

-Frank O'Hara

As I get better

I'm very thankful to have a big Bear who takes such good care of little Bear.

Frank O'Hara

"Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth.

Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change?

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love."

Beauty & the Beast

Perfect love casts out all fear.