Secret Cache

Apr 22 2014
Apr 21 2014
Spring had surely come, bringing its familiar smells. The earth persisted in its measured orbit of the sun. I always find it a cosmic mystery that spring knows when to follow winter. And how is it that spring always brings out the same smells? Year after year, however subtle, exactly identical.
— Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance

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Apr 18 2014
'Tomorrow we go on.' Nothing felt as risky as it was. As though I were protected, on a streak. I felt so sensory and aware I could almost detect each individual atom of smoke rolling over my skin like crushed gravel. She sipped her drink and the ends of her lips curled, stamped two dimples on her cheeks, and in her smile flashed the danger of momentum, of riding hard with no plan. But, I didn't need a plan, only movement. Like the purest assassin, I was already dead.
— Nic Pizzolatto - Galveston

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In this climate all things seek shade, and so a basic quality of the Deep South is that everything here is partially hidden.
— Nic Pizzolatto - Galveston

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Apr 17 2014
brooklynstreetart:

Enchanted guest at the Olek dinner table for The Artists Ball @brooklynmuseum @oleknyc @bkstreetart

brooklynstreetart:

Enchanted guest at the Olek dinner table for The Artists Ball @brooklynmuseum @oleknyc @bkstreetart

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Apr 15 2014
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Apr 09 2014
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Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted-? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, demesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?
— Donna Tartt - The Goldfinch

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Apr 08 2014
eric-generic-art:

Conjuring by Caryn Drexl

eric-generic-art:

Conjuring by Caryn Drexl

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