MY LIFE
It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via philphys)
criticalconsciousness:
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
-e.e. cummings
halloween-forever:
Researching different edge designs for my tattoo. I only have a few months bros. I’m really liking vertical designs now.
(via sxeworldwide)
The possibility of skepticism is built into our ordinary thoughts, in virtue of the realism that they automatically assume and their pretensions to go beyond experience. Some of what we believe must be true in order for us to be able to think at all, but this does not mean we couldn’t be wrong about vast tracts of it.
Thomas Nagel, A View From Nowhere (via philphys)