“Days and catastrophes.”

MIDDAY 12:16 P.M. Jeans weather. Long sleeves for the AC. Bike to newsstand, the yogurt place, the good dry cleaner. Try to find appropriate birthday card for J. Unsuccessful. Return to see neighbor has draped his fire escape in Tibetan prayer flags—for the World Cup? Fourth of July? Both?

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.

Victor Hugo, The Toilers of the Sea


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"Il segreto è che ogni volta farà sempre meno male, fino al punto in cui non sentirai più nulla."
Chuck Palahniuk  (via


(Fuente: ragazzosciocco, vía hibiscusilence)

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