February 2012
Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns...
– J. D. Salinger (via perpetuatedisco)
January 2012
And because love battles not only in its burning agricultures but also in the mouth of men and women, I will finish off by taking the path away to those who between my chest and your fragrance want to interpose their obscure plant. About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you. I lived in the prairies before I got to know you and I did not wait love but I was laying in...
meet me in montauk.
feeling nostalgic for a childhood you never even had
i have less time, less tolerance for bullshit, more interest in good taste, more...
– nick hornby, songbook (via nostalgiedelaboue)
he walked in wearing l.l. bean duck-hunting boots and shorts, which i thought...
– owen wilson on meeting wes anderson (via nostalgiedelaboue)