globus

Sep 11, 2009 5:53pm
Aug 29, 2009 6:57pm
Aug 29, 2009 6:35pm
(via hyperlove)

(via hyperlove)

Aug 28, 2009 2:56pm
(via hyperlove)

(via hyperlove)

Aug 13, 2009 6:54pm
Aug 13, 2009 6:53pm
Tilda.

Tilda.

Aug 11, 2009 6:14pm
Aug 4, 2009 9:27pm
Aug 4, 2009 9:27pm
God knows I do the best I can, so fuck everything.

God knows I do the best I can, so fuck everything.

Aug 4, 2009 9:25pm
I have fallen into an obsession with Anton Newcombe.

I have fallen into an obsession with Anton Newcombe.

Jul 23, 2009 8:18pm
madisonl:
(via motels)

madisonl:

(via motels)
Jul 17, 2009 10:29pm
The sheriff and the judge said that the hangman did not have to be the one presiding over the execution of his wife, they could call someone else to do it, they understood the difficulty. But the hangman had a job to do, and so he insisted he would hang her. Despite his fear of losing her and the pain that would come from seeing her die, he’d be damned if anyone else put their fingers on his wife’s neck. She was allowed to spend her last night alive at home, and she and the hangman made love for the final time. He kissed only her neck, feeling her pulse between his lips. As dreams relinquished him to the day and he woke, dreading what he would have to do, he found Sarah had hanged herself in the bathroom, his own belt cinched tight around her throat, where hidden marks from his teeth, he knew, still shone. He almost felt grateful for being spared the task of killing his wife, until he saw his open notebook, its blank lines. Had she known? Had she wanted to keep certain parts of herself secret from him? He could not add her to the pages of dead already written in his hand. He had not seen her life reflected in his eyes. He had not heard her last words, which she must have whispered to him while he slept. They might as well have just been empty breath. - from “Hangman.” (via thisisthefirstsound)
Jul 17, 2009 10:17pm
Jul 5, 2009 10:48am
Jul 2, 2009 5:55pm
We who are alive must make clear, as she could not, the distinction between creativity and self-destruction. - Denise Levertov
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