newyorker:

As its riverbed shifted, the Rio Grande left the Mexican-American border in flux. Paul Kramer explores a meandering river’s tumultuous history.
Above: U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson, left, and Mexican President Adolfo López Mateos, right, unveil a new boundary marker, September 25, 1964. Photograph by Universal History Archive / Getty

newyorker:

As its riverbed shifted, the Rio Grande left the Mexican-American border in flux. Paul Kramer explores a meandering river’s tumultuous history.

Above: U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson, left, and Mexican President Adolfo López Mateos, right, unveil a new boundary marker, September 25, 1964. Photograph by Universal History Archive / Getty

"September 22. Nothing."

— Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923  (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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1942, New York– Original caption: And it’s off to work goes Salvador Dali. His method of going to work is not that of the ordinary mortal. He lies on a perfumed couch in his studio with a handful of pencils. Perfume is then dropped on his eyelids to influence the character of his dreams, for dreams are the stuff of which surrealism is made. (via)

1942, New York– Original caption: And it’s off to work goes Salvador Dali. His method of going to work is not that of the ordinary mortal. He lies on a perfumed couch in his studio with a handful of pencils. Perfume is then dropped on his eyelids to influence the character of his dreams, for dreams are the stuff of which surrealism is made. (via)

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nevver:

Via, um Playboy

nevver:

Via, um Playboy

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"Let me tell you about longing.
Let me presume that I have something
new to say about it, that this room,
naked, its walls pining for clocks,
has something new to say
about absence. Somewhere
the crunch of an apple, fading
sunflowers on a quilt, a window
looking out to a landscape
with a single tree. And you
sitting under it. Let go,
said you to me in a dream,
but by the time the wind
carried your voice to me,
I was already walking through
the yawning door, towards
the small, necessary sadnesses
of waking. I wish
I could hold you now,
but that is a line that has
no place in a poem, like the swollen
sheen of the moon tonight,
or the word absence, or you,
or longing. Let me tell you about
longing. In a distant country
two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons,
unafraid, are perching beside them.
She places a hand on his knee
and says, say to me
the truest thing you can.
I am closing my eyes now.
You are far away."

— "On the Necessity of Sadness," Mikael de Lara Co  (via commovente)

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nevver:

Khaled Hosseini

dulect:

how to get up in the morning

  • you don’t

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derekbroad:

Designed the new album No One Is Lost by Stars. Out October 14th!See previous work i developed for Stars here! www.derekbroad.com

derekbroad:

Designed the new album No One Is Lost by Stars. Out October 14th!
See previous work i developed for Stars here! www.derekbroad.com

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"You were my world,
Until you found
another planet"

— An almost haiku for an almost us  (via bluegirls)

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Tags: this now

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Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue
A herd of shepherds to herd the sheep, sleep now my only one
Broken sweethearts who sleep apart
Both still pine for the other’s side spine, spoon as sleep starts
And pulse to pulse, now shush
She makes the sound—the sound the sea makes—to calm me down

I am see-through, soap sliver you’re so thin
As I begin rubbing lathers up your state worsens on my skin
And gold, fatless finger to lip, one two three four hush
And pulse to pulse, now shush
She makes the sound—the sound the sea makes—to calm me down
She makes the sound—the sound the sea makes; I am tired now
She makes the sound the sea makes, knee-deep in the north sea

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There’s a man
who only will speak in code,
backing slowly, slowly down the road.
May he master everything
that such men may know
about loving, and then letting go.

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