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“ Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

— Roland Barthes (via astonishments)

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“ In junior high the two prettiest girls were Irene and Louise, they were sisters; Irene was a year older, a little taller but it was difficult to choose between them; they were not only pretty but they were astonishingly beautiful, so beautiful, that the boys stayed away from them; they were terrified of Irene and Louise who weren’t aloof at all; even friendlier than most but who seemed to dress a bit differently than the other girls; they always wore high heels, silk stockings, blouses, skirts, new outfits each day. And one afternoon my buddy, Baldy, and I followed them home from school; you see, we were kind of the bad guys on the grounds so it was more or less expected, and it was something: walking along ten or twelve feet behind them; we didnt say anything. We just followed watching their voultuous swaying, the balance of the haunches. We liked it so much that we followed them home from school every day.

— Charles Bukowski (via sacrificum)

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