Hattie, English undergrad LBORO

it’s 1964 I’m on a balcony smoking a really long cigarette and some lofty music is playing I drop my martini on the floor it breaks and 5 men scramble to get me a new one

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All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk across the bedroom windows, because I had some idea that the gold light would make me feel better, but I did not bother to weight the curtains correctly and all that summer the long panels of transparent golden silk would blow out the windows and get tangled and drenched in afternoon thunderstorms. That was the year, my twenty-eight, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and ever procrastination, every word, all of it.
-"Goodbye to All That," Joan Didion (via exoticwild)

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Do it now, honestly dont think about anything and do it .. because in 2 years, 2 months or even in 2 hours it wont even matter.
-HELLA TRUE (via mistfolly)

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