"Sometimes", by My Bloody Valentine, taken from Loveless (1991).
"French Navy", by Camera Obscura from My Maudlin Career (2009).
Quinn Dombrowski http://www.flickr.com/photos/quinnanya/7020981597
"Middlemarch", by George Eliot (pen name of Mary Anne Evans, later Marian Evans), 1874.
Excerpts from "The Trapeze Swinger" by Iron & Wine.
"I’m a man of my"
David Foster Wallace, from The Broom of the System (via the-final-sentence)
"Losing You", by Solange, taken from True (2012).
"Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space uncovered. This is where you belong. // sufjan stevens"
Guildenstern: It’s autumnal.
Rosencrantz (examining the ground): No leaves.
Guildenstern: Autumnal - nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day… Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it… Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses… deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth — reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke."
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. (via voidforthehumansoul)
From Three Stories by J. D. Salinger. It includes three previously unpublished works titled The Ocean Full of Bowling Balls, Birthday Boy, and Paula.
The Ocean Full of Bowling Balls is a much sought-after tale as it relates with characters that appear in Salinger’s most famous novel, The Catcher in the Rye.
Until now, it’s only been available to be read under supervision at Princeton University’s Firestone Library … they were scheduled to be published no earlier than 2051, in respect of Salinger’s will, which ordered they remain hidden away until 50 years after his death.