"I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need."
C.R. (via budddha)
"Recession," Sherman Alexie
My weaknesses are my strengths. I don’t need
Lunch or coffee breaks. I promise to bleed
Into the copy machine. I’ll be ink.
Let me be your reflex and not your think.
Be my company store and be my priest.
I’ll loot the gardens so that you may feast.
I’ll pay your taxes. I’ll crush baby birds
To build you a broke-wing shrine. Take my words.
Take my house and car and children and wife.
I want the job. Here’s my wrist. Here’s the knife.
William Rothenstein, 1891
"New York just expects so much from a girl—acts like it can’t stand even the idea of a wasted talent or opportunity. And Miss Adele had been around. Rome says: enjoy me. London: survive me. New York: gimme all you got. What a thrilling proposition! The chance to be “all that you might be.” Such a thrill—until it becomes a burden. To put a face on—to put a self on—this had once been, for Miss Adele, pure delight. And part of the pleasure had been precisely this: the buying of things. She used to love buying things! Lived for it! Now it felt like effort, now if she never bought another damn thing again she wouldn’t even—"
Recommended Reading: The Paris Review has put its Zadie Smith short story “Miss Adele Amidst the Corsets" online. "New York just expects so much from a girl—acts like it can’t stand even the idea of a wasted talent or opportunity. And Miss Adele had been around.” (via millionsmillions)
On their way to a Society Wedding, London c.1933
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