June 2012
we need a little glamour & glamour arrives:... →
corrodedvessel:
Thursday, Verseday
from “The Glass Essay” by Anne Carson
Well there are many ways of being held prisoner, I am thinking as I stride over the moor. As a rule after lunch mother has a nap
and I go out to walk. The bare blue trees and bleached wooden sky of April …
May 2012
gatsby: hey i just met you
gatsby: and this is crazy
gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
gatsby: so call me maybe
