1. memoriesoftheresa:

As you snuck back up to the wooden porch after a night spent with one hour after another creeping past curfew, you inhaled deeply, laughed to yourself, ran as you listened to his car and his car’s radio fade into the distance (every song was our song that spring, baby.) In this absolute adolescent state of liminality of course you actually smelled and felt and heard the very split second old winter died and young spring broke like a pale green wave over your lawn and house and crashed and spread and splashed westward across the land like the light of dawn now also breaking.
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Theresa Duncan, excerpt from perfume review “My Green Heaven” Wit of the Staircase, April 2, 2006

    memoriesoftheresa:

    As you snuck back up to the wooden porch after a night spent with one hour after another creeping past curfew, you inhaled deeply, laughed to yourself, ran as you listened to his car and his car’s radio fade into the distance (every song was our song that spring, baby.) In this absolute adolescent state of liminality of course you actually smelled and felt and heard the very split second old winter died and young spring broke like a pale green wave over your lawn and house and crashed and spread and splashed westward across the land like the light of dawn now also breaking.

    ~

    Theresa Duncan, excerpt from perfume review “My Green Heaven” Wit of the StaircaseApril 2, 2006

  2. nevver:

Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom, Dorothy Parker

    nevver:

    Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom, Dorothy Parker

  3. nevver:

    Store Front: The Disappearing Face of New York

    THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT THE MARS BAR IS GONE

  4. “Here he was, almost two thousand miles away from home, in a place he described as “the plastic asshole of the world.””
  5. nevver:

    RIP Warhol Scene Veteran and Photographer, Leee Black Childers

    (Source: Daily Mail)

  6. igotsomechildcats:

    I’m not no limburger…

    A thing that happened this year was that I was watching this on youtube while my friend Sara was in the shower and looking at Kate’s baby face and Fred’s suit and Cindy’s dancing and thinking about what Athens must have been like in the ’70s and how young they all were and how great that they were on SNL I started to cry.

  7. Motel Room in My Bed // X

    I go to bed soggy and forgetful

    (Source: babegarbage)