Ray Bradbury: Dandelion Wine

“This way, you get to live the summer over for a minute or two here or there along the way through the winter, and when the bottles are empty the summer’s gone for good and no regrets and no sentimental trash lying about for you to stumble over forty years from now. Clean, smokeless, efficient, …

put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappointyou tell me I’m exceptional and I promise to exploit you give me all your money and I’ll make some origami honey I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny “Pedestrian At Best” is another slacker garage rock anthem by Courtney Barnett, first …

It didn’t seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via larmoyante)