by Ukranian artist Chrystya Olenska.
“You used to be like toffee / Between kitten’s teeth.”
Andrew Bird – Near Death Experience
(via hitchcockblonde)
I am an American aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I’m hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
(via nostalgiedelaboue)
“Three words that became hard to say. I and Love and You.”
— The Avett Brothers
On Monday the sun shone so I cycled home slowly on quiet roads, tipping my face to the sky. The evening air was dry, a constant warmth broken only by the breeze. As I reached home, clouds gathered low and dark and the breeze strengthened to a wind – the sunshine was to be short lived. But the brevity of that half hour made it all the sweeter; its rarity investing it with more value, forcing me to pay closer attention, to remember it as clearly as possible.
When short is done well it is all-absorbing, its impact staying with you far longer than its own length might suggest. Short can be punchy and poetic, and the best should be celebrated – a shot of concentrated knowledge, atmosphere, feeling, understanding.
(via Toast Travels)
