brianne grows in brooklyn |
twenty-something. slightly ambitious. a little bookish. "these thoughts are my own. " |
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Sylvia.
Using you as my muse only makes things more complicated, you know.
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Bookcase Petrol Bowser
An art installation by Nissan for their LEAF model in Sydney, Australia showing how petrol bowsers might be used in a ‘World Without Petrol’.
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Notes"He had two jobs after that. There was the job he did for Eilo, the eight or nine hours he spent at her service. Driving to visit and photograph houses, negotiating with the residents of foreclosed homes, writing up property descriptions at his desk. Eilo liked his work. He neither enjoyed nor particularly disliked the occupation. He wanted only to reach the evening, when the real work began. His secret investigation, the story he was tracking, the focused hours spent waiting for Daniel to appear in the doorway of the police station."Emily St. John Mandel, from The Lola Quartet (via unbridledbooks)
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NotesPlath’s quote was my high school senior yearbook quote. I still stand by her words.
(Source: puttingmannersonafeminist, via thecultureofme)
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Channeling Sylvia
I woke up besides you
and explained what she meant to me.
You were confused by my fascination with towels,
doorways,
children,
ovens.
I explained the difference between Jews and Sylvia.
The difference didn’t really exist, I said.
Electroshock therapy might be of interest to you, you said.
In that moment,
I think we fell in love.
