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Rest in the Bed - Laura Marling

there lies a man of my heart, a fine and complete work of art,

here i, his woman, his home and his heart, and proud to be playing that part,

and proud to be playing that part.

rest in the bed of my bones, all that i want is a home,

and all you can do is promise me bold,

that you won’t let me grow dark or cold,

as long as we both shall live.

15 September 2011

Real life is letting men fuck you over their desks (and enjoying it, which is somehow the worst thing). Real life is regularly running out of money, and then food. Real life is having no proper heating. Real life is physical. Give me books instead: give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book; I’d give anything for that.

— Scarlett Thomas, The End of Mr. Y

15 August 2011

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

It seems like a good time to start blogging again. Unemployment boredom has set in and now I have a new clever phone it would be even easier to fill dashboards with pointless pictures.

Like babies. With beards.

1 April 2011

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