Sylvia and Ted “interrupted in a spat,” Chalot Square, London, July 25, 1960 photographed by Hans Beacham for a portfolio of images of British writers

"They were sullen. Hughes was rude. He was going to get more attention than she, and she didn’t like that while he did. He invited me outside and told me I needed to know that he loathed photographers". Hughes particularly wanted to keep Plath out of the way. "His wish, of course, forced me to photograph them together", Beacham said; and later; Hughes acknowledged that he had been "an ogre."

—Diane Middlebrook, Her Husband: Hughes and Plath-a Marriage, 2003

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Neutral Milk Hotel | I Love How You Love Me (Phil Spector cover) | Live in Auckland, NZ

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via esnifandosentimientos)

(via esnifandosentimientos)

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

Ernest Hemingway, born this day in 1899 (via doubledaybooks)


Velouria, Pixies (1990)


“There are two qualities that make fiction. One is the sense of mystery and the other is the sense of manners. You get the manners from the texture of existence that surrounds you. The great advantage of being a Southern writer is that we don’t have to go anywhere to look for manners; bad or good, we’ve got them in abundance. We in the South live in a society that is rich in contradiction, rich in irony, rich in contrast, and particularly rich in its speech”                                                  
                               -Flannery O'Connor
N O V E L S / N O V E L L A S

S H O R T  S T O R I E S


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Lana Del Rey - Shades Of Cool

My baby lives in shades of blue
Blue eyes and jazz and attitude

I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)

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When I ask you to kiss my pulse
you offer to start the shower.
I want a verb and you give me a noun.
What do you dream up while I tongue you down?

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"Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia of dreams…"
- Gabriel García Márquez


American Football // For Sure

June seems too late
Maybe for the better
Imagine us together
We’re relatively stable and tentatively able
To say for certain whether this uncertainty is for sure


the microphones - you’ll be in the air