December 2009
“Experience teaches only the teachable.”
– Aldous Huxley
The full moon is on December 31st.
funeral:
I think that is just the greatest thing ever.
So on January 1st, the first day of 2010… even the moon will have a fresh start.
United State of Pop 2009 →
“The stranger says there are no more couches and he will have to
sleep in your...”
– From “A Primer For the Small Weird Loves” by Richard Siken (via milktrees) (via paganpoetry) (via flourhoneymilk)
I was wearing my bronze/blue striped knitted scarf – which might or might not be related to an awesome book – at the supermarket today. As I was perusing the yogurt aisle, another woman – like me, in her mid-twenties – walked past me slowly. She was wearing a gold/scarlet striped scarf and whispered “Go, Go, Gryffindor.” To which I replied “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure”. We smiled...
What English sounds like to foreigners →
Songs for a chilly December eve →
“Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his...”
– Virginia Woolf (via portillon) (via flourhoneymilk)
“In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. … I loved it because...”
– Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
November 2009
