March 2012
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Medusa in San Francisco | William Winfield Wright
muscovite:
Ok, I was a little nervous in the airport, but I looked at her right in her eyes, and sure she had her hair up sometimes, but why would that make any difference? What I am saying is that a thousand times I smiled into her sweet face, at the restaurant where the owner also took her hands, in the sleepy park, at pizza—she even drank some of my soda—in the bath where I made...
“It’s a very American illness, the idea of giving yourself away entirely to the...”
– David Foster Wallace (via literaturesluts)
“Hours later, the cat was asleep, and Erin lay next to it, her eyes half-closed....”
– Dave Eggers, from “Quiet” in How We Are Hungry
Yes. And that feeling of being in bed when you’re 7 and knowing there’s a light on downstairs and you know that your parents are down there washing dishes or talking or watching late night TV.
(via scout)
