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How Novel: A Perfumer Captures the Scent of a... →
thegirlandherbooks: With his line of scents under the banner I Hate Perfume, Brosius captures certain experiences, like walking in a snowstorm. Among his favorite experiences are hours spent browsing in bookshops or getting lost in a story, so book-inspired scents were a natural step. Several of his…
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imaginaryimageblog: A newfound black and white photo of Tupac laying down tracks in a studio while wearing a Neutral Milk Hotel t-shirt
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“You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears?...”
– Alice Hoffman (via vashti)
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Leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the...
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“Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is...”
– Sylvia Plath  (via lilybet)
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Night Madness Poem by Sandra Cisneros
There’s a poem in my head like too many cups of coffee. A pea under twenty eiderdowns. A sadness in my heart like stone. A telephone. And always my night madness that outs like bats across this Texas sky. I’m the crazy lady they warned you about. The she rumor talked about- and worse, who talks. It’s no secret. I’m here. Under a circle of light. The light always...
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