February 2012
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Indoor Scene →
“All colors made his face: blue pores, yellowed eyelashes, ruddy patches where his glasses sat. My eyes wanted every detail of his face, wanted to roll along its crackled forehead.”
by Emma Aylor
Summer in the City →
“I sighed as heavily as I could with a snake wrapped around me and resigned myself to the fact that I was obviously going to die right there on Fulton Street, surrounded by a ring of amused and utterly unsympathetic tourists. It occurred to me that if the snake squeezed the life out of me, it would make Grace the love of my life by default; and though my crush on her was less than an hour...
At meeting you’re judged by your clothes, At parting you’re judged...
– Russian Proverb
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I put out my hand and the dark falls through it
– W. S. Merwin, from “Before That”
Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being.
– David Foster Wallace (via citymidnightjunkstrains)
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Confronted by too much emptiness… the brain invents. Loneliness creates...
– Margaret Atwood’s The Year of the Flood
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Perhaps the very least I wanted was for him to tell me that there was nothing...
– André Aciman’s Call Me by Your Name
Giveaway #1 Results!
We shall have another giveaway quite soon, thank you all for entering. This was a pleasure for all of us.
With Love,
Nolan, Kolleen and the Juvenilia staff
Anonymous asked: when are the giveaway results posted? IM PUMPED!
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Giveaway Number One Results Tomorrow! Get...
January 2012
57 posts
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Flesh was the reason oil paint was invented.
– Willem de Kooning
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Underground →
“When I was three or four years old, the idea of life was so terrifying and confusing to me that I decided that it was actually a bedtime story being read to a little girl not unlike myself. This was probably a major factor in why I decided very early on that my life was like something out of a fairytale. Each night I would dream of haunted houses and buried treasure, walled gardens and...
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Unbody →
“I am not real, you say, or I am fooling everybody, or I am not really a girl but actually a moth, an elephant, a flying fish. And then you wink at yourself, complicit in the illusion, run a cold bath, and hold your breath under the water for longer, for longer every single night.”
by Emma Aylor (our newest blogger)
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Marks of the good writer — Good writers have two things in common; they prefer...
– Friedrich Nietzsche from Mixed Opinions and Maxims
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“The Night Gardener”
A touching animation set to Yann Tiersen’s “Comptine d’un autre eté, l’après-midi”
by Gideon Boomer (my brother)
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The Soap Opera Next Door →
“Is that motorcycle that shows up regularly at 2 am really the trophy wife’s hot young lover? Why do those people have a giant dollhouse in their front yard, yet can’t seem to afford to clear the jungle brush that is their front garden? And above all, what’s going on with that old obese lady who rides around in a motor chair with two kids and a dog riding on the back?”
by Julia...
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If someone here told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred...
– Albert Camus - Notebooks
The escape would have been to love her; then, then he would have lived. She had...
– The Beast in the Jungle by Henry James
Pulling Magic Out of the Air →
“Whether it’s the warmth of a satisfying meal or the uncomfortable warmth from pissing your pants at that totally bumpin’ rave, it’s better to feel something than nothing at all. It’s a cold universe out there, after all. The warmth or burning cities, absolute destruction. At least let them light your way.”
by Yöri Bjártsdóttir