Nick Demarco

Michael Leon

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”
— Sylvia Plath

(via allsummerinaday)

“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
— Carson McCullers

architectureofdoom:

Mirny, Sakha Republic, Russia

(via mociun)

“You may then wonder where they have gone, those other dim dots that were you: you in the flesh swimming in a swift river, swinging a bat on the first pitch, opening the footlocker with a screwdriver, inking and painting clowns on celluloid, stepping out of a revolving door into a swift crowd on a sidewalk, being kissed and kissing till your brain grew smooth, stepping out of the cold woods into a warm field full of crows, or lying awake in bed aware of your legs and suddenly aware of it all, that the ceiling above you was under the sky—in what country, what town?”
— Annie Dillard, An American Childhood

arsvitaest:

Gg, B’ey juyu’ / El camino de la montaña / The Path in the Mountain

snowce:

The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick, 2011)

(via allsummerinaday)

ingodwetrustnyc:

Silesian Ulysses, 2014 from Hungry Still

Joanna Chudy