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I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist
I might be a subrealist, but I can't substantiate...

--Vic Chesnutt

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awesomepeoplereading : River Phoenix

awesomepeoplereading : River Phoenix

Man Lights Cigarette in Daylight - Black Tuesday, 1939 - photo from St. Louis Post-Dispatch (via firsttimeuser)

fuckyeahbookarts : arpeggia :Pouring Book Installation by Alicia Martin

livelymorgue:

June 18, 1978: An abandoned pier collapsed into the Hudson River at Bethune Street in Greenwich Village, but that didn’t faze sunbathing New Yorkers. After all, they considered the piers their beaches, according to an article published two years later. “The pier in the Village replaces the stoop,” one West Village resident, Robert Lienhardt, was quoted as saying. “There is no other major place to get the sun.” Photo: Paul Hosefros/The New York Times

“don’t give up yet” by explodingdog

don’t give up yet” by explodingdog

I think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world. Jeanette Winterson, Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 150 (via realkidsgoodbooks)

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thingsorganizedneatly : SUMBISSION: A collection of Magic Keys from Children’s Fairyland
Like…THIS Children’s Fairyland? Whoa. Hello lost childhood memory!

thingsorganizedneatly : SUMBISSION: A collection of Magic Keys from Children’s Fairyland

Like…THIS Children’s Fairyland? Whoa. Hello lost childhood memory!