Jujubes

Just a girl... that has no idea what's she's doing and will probably change this as soon as she does. This is basically a way to pass the time through one of my obsessions. You'll probably just see a bunch of stuff that has no relation to the next and me geeking out over them. Enjoy.
theparisreview:

workspaces:

Ernest Hemingway’s standing desk:

A working habit he has had from the beginning, Hemingway stands when he writes. He stands in a pair of his oversized loafers on the worn skin of a lesser kudu — the typewriter and the reading board chest-high opposite him.
- Paris Review, 1958

via kottke

Some old habits never die.

theparisreview:

workspaces:

Ernest Hemingway’s standing desk:

A working habit he has had from the beginning, Hemingway stands when he writes. He stands in a pair of his oversized loafers on the worn skin of a lesser kudu — the typewriter and the reading board chest-high opposite him.

- Paris Review, 1958

via kottke

Some old habits never die.

(via stephybs20)

naranjitoo:

La prohibición de llorar, por ejemplo, engrandece el llanto. Carecer de amor significa, en realidad, amar. Si me prohíben amar, amaré diez veces más. Todo lo prohibido vive de cien maneras distintas; de modo que sólo vive más intensamente lo que debería estar muerto. Y esto vale para lo pequeño no menos que para lo grande. Muy bien dicho, y con palabras de lo más cotidianas, pero es en lo cotidiano donde residen las verdades auténticas. ¡Qué fascinantes, qué fascinantes son los frutos prohibido!

Robert Walser - Jakob von Gunten

naranjitoo:

La prohibición de llorar, por ejemplo, engrandece el llanto. Carecer de amor significa, en realidad, amar. Si me prohíben amar, amaré diez veces más. Todo lo prohibido vive de cien maneras distintas; de modo que sólo vive más intensamente lo que debería estar muerto. Y esto vale para lo pequeño no menos que para lo grande. Muy bien dicho, y con palabras de lo más cotidianas, pero es en lo cotidiano donde residen las verdades auténticas. ¡Qué fascinantes, qué fascinantes son los frutos prohibido!

Robert Walser - Jakob von Gunten

(Source: ronpolla)

I fell asleep in a world dressed in grey
Only to awake in a garden divine
There was song and dance and untarnished flesh
A feast for the body and eyes
It was you who brought me here
Yours, whose face greeted me, in the garden of light
You are the face of god
You are my breath
My life, my death.

—ISIS, Garden of light (via naranjitoo)

That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.

An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (via thechocolatebrigade)

(via no-se-nada)


Louise Rosskam
 Making dolls in the Manual Industries Division of the Puerto Rico Industrial Development Company. Near Isla Verde, Puerto Rico, May 1947.
(via Hunter)

Louise Rosskam

Making dolls in the Manual Industries Division of the Puerto Rico Industrial Development Company. Near Isla Verde, Puerto Rico, May 1947.

(via Hunter)

(Source: wine-loving-vagabond)